tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42702607468030305272024-03-15T18:09:34.722-07:00the "seattle" schienbeinsmrs schienbeinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12523557719060403166noreply@blogger.comBlogger78125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270260746803030527.post-14587426638625473572010-10-21T12:41:00.000-07:002010-10-21T12:54:11.394-07:00Happy Halloween<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEonHIUdcVWXVBJjCcNneD2C7hSwjpPHLdk2dwRLvwMIQEDs-dEdPocIAvJeMABe4eFjt-RkfgXYGCAU1UVIUumnNEaAMyutgn9mf3atVeaMvoPhUhdS1WPUW5Sl6j8X2XzHav_N5vRMud/s400/pumpkin.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Happy Halloween from the Seattle Schienbeins, everyone!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try 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href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix3a-BHr6fWz-CxvsXI7_oQS145Ot5T7KdFZL_TSIAz80VJrM3KYtsqWerMHAFBxoJBD4dOhyAdWJdV8OFtDpuhpBANOkf-2BFcvK6I-XUdDiX7CGCh0za3pWBGoe96OuPLeqV8K44ea5e/s1600/pumpkin+head.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix3a-BHr6fWz-CxvsXI7_oQS145Ot5T7KdFZL_TSIAz80VJrM3KYtsqWerMHAFBxoJBD4dOhyAdWJdV8OFtDpuhpBANOkf-2BFcvK6I-XUdDiX7CGCh0za3pWBGoe96OuPLeqV8K44ea5e/s400/pumpkin+head.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530589453464076978" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Sweet "Pumpkin Head" Rowan, the MOST adorable nephew EVER</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><br /></div>mrs schienbeinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12523557719060403166noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270260746803030527.post-1791002780328403802010-08-13T22:04:00.000-07:002010-08-13T22:17:08.788-07:00...this has been a impossibly tough week.<div><br /></div><div>emotionally draining for lots of reasons...too complicated and frustrating to sit down and explain.</div><div><br /></div><div>but also exceptionally difficult because people we love dearly are also struggling.</div><div><br /></div><div>where would we be without the endless ocean of support of our friends and family? </div><div><br /></div><div>catastrophically lost, I'm certain.</div><div><br /></div><div>but we press on, hopeful that the coming days and weeks will be filled with good news and positive change.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>mrs schienbeinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12523557719060403166noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270260746803030527.post-43907970025939362162010-07-12T13:37:00.000-07:002010-07-16T14:37:45.135-07:00Already behind...<div style="text-align: left;">we staycationed this year instead of hitting the road this year...and it was a LOT of fun.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">our great pals, The Montgomerys, staycationed with us this year and we decided to divide up our days so that each of us planned one whole day for the whole group. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I chose for us to be tourists in our own city...breakfast at Portage Bay Cafe in South Lake Union followed by a trip on Ride the Ducks, a food tour of the Pike Place Market, dinner at Stell's and dessert at Simply Desserts. so, yeah, we basically just ate all day. ;)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div 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alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493123325413700018" /></a><div><br /></div><div>On to the ducks!...(photos courtesy of Erich since he was sitting by the "window")<br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkE5Ix5yPW91JhN82AC7STDumYiIBguXkzOSiq0VORCigx0sS_pbVoD94VOPr-iShZ7fhhpjRkdPTbccYgDEwPglX_bH1KjUZ-pxHWWqNERf53kbam3MvxvM13uR1ALIYcPOAumXtYzS9K/s400/Space+Needle+(2).JPG" /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">The Space Needle (across the street from the Duck Launch)</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsK-S2DCE6aYJo6iOxdJUV3nFGsYlw1olwTUe45qPyljoYxyMQrf57lNyahV8UJxNYvJ_foKJzQfuqhEgQTeeSzzNspP2-Z0grF0yYBaluNhyHahnF7-kt_Rx2JScgSY-EueS4d4J7MDqb/s400/DSC_0168.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">One of the MANY Starbucks we saw on our journey...Cha-Ching!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn5cOewfKwhmEsP1yCXEtVd6URYsLHL-TUoTrhVn2eaBu0oVH0qjUl_8SO9lOHtoPLY_n-CzNLizeq9ZlHaOEMB56aARR5ipJ4F0UVM8hQgrmI1yrxRzi8NX94k_ArwRhCLS3wpNGNzBg5/s400/DSC_0169.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Along the waterfront for awhile and </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">this</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> is what Erich snaps a picture of.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjBwULqmDX0ck5MW8DktoeaCrzkw4LEKBi7DMDfF65Ia_hG2Hdd5A6ffcUamk9hk2JUX5LwqWJYjg3TfC05B1lrcAHHCGWXu9j-9j-QAgTGBa9VairlXqa1987FgN3rFORAT1k0VxJdWfJ/s400/DSC_0176.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Qwest Field-Home of the Seattle Seahawks and the Seattle Sounders</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBwur_u37sVDMEfwedxjHxrR6sMoSjCV_WOwEf2YMojZoqL3SwLEyIks6KXnK95NxDDKxzIL0v_ZtXsnvJ7lXBFoTQoapJ8ag_JSMPNFkm-hGRPC1xFYX1KuwGjbPbnhQG6O5OsA3wawQ0/s400/DSC_0179.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Safeco Field-Home of the Seattle Mariners</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH-pXjE9zrcndMs7KeuoExwUtbDCG7FpQPafYU4itCrc54YRAEXHArJysZvEnSUsa_m1jbu6DMpFfitxzdlI-xdxZ64-BnDuOCU_9vGcp2x4kP8Fltp4HHJ1JOcs4sP61E9WwUCAyqFDm7/s400/Belltown.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">An old ivy-covered building in Belltown</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhneBYAUBtGnI2sfKrInPwSmEA8EZ38c-00_45ABxqBnJFtR09xFqoLBDaaomx2SWZlzTPNL8GvE40q3pIEEwQJMShIcqQJrAKOLLD0kJEWutiJcbAQ-mQuSWNN4EnQTHW4bAUjVhkqXz3j/s400/rad+fro.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">A dude with a rad 'fro</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT1EayQCKDiU6x6BANIv5u7J8iMEMCTwA9VUA2gaFraCDidRf_Q958_9kJFQtfz5V75VW3H20mJgjza5QyjzFE6pXTyxJE-4WO858ZgqIqHwMKTRPHppdN8COO9eijHIq5RV2ucUqZ_xNH/s400/lusty+lady.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">A closed Seattle institution...The Lusty Lady</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgum4aYgmgqKwgDuuSeumYl-QFnScmMvn8ZfSiam6hEv2DCWaE9OaFfcBVpy7HK5b9Q5f2DC27eGKDu5e_2ynK8EKO9frt07x2fcc0aPODzKsWaU644MYIEeIWCHWWG5qem-1tJaO4b7CMI/s400/pink+elephant+carwash.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">The Pink Elephant Car Wash, which we learned is the oldest drive thru car was in America</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHe84SoQJYWQnnLNfFRZEiuiel0Pb9I8qvVk3oECpf-bZwqDAtv8gCaeDDDjpygZAHI9i2GhPyqWAdgRkqzxXMow1F1z-Ow6bpE5xs-3EeBeBr4mJhrpQorGcfVwJYDM3niqn72nHYyQZ6/s400/our+future+home.jpg" /></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Heading into the water at Lake Union...and also where we found our next home</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRpO5_8k1jJo_j-18rtRSI6RfpWFQKLEgwLafGrt2h8KztTQs4Yb5iwMFBN5Kt5GaTRqgLWxL6HstXmpCsEw26XGgvrIaQIDLu5pbK6i-SBh9vNLLw0F1bluWY2Dvug_fNatyB01DInsZx/s400/seattle+skyline.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Seattle skyline from the middle of Lake Union</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmjeFq0VwBSd_l_aUjkSFyQP4cG-yG0loW3bePYsrMCSqlwV7cTER9fJA05nayjzFISiauVpboJ-wATPwfJvwyVwV2wkVSR8l2DnE2elKYURuhbVGq7KtcNfoRyii2vy82MBVK1HmfJ3A6/s400/gasworks+park+from+the+duck.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Gasworks Park</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjstnWRiokb6mhYZf00HnlzNVfzB03haf7PycOcfJELs6NOV5ID4k4Lvs-VZwYc2GcYVHyOZ3hz3U9UpvSKvxt1Ucm-PEsvdhLHEXGZ5XwCXvTBzoZ74kt7_iHbJ4RfQIGGdPX-O3ysKprT/s400/DSC_0216.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Experience The Music Project - across the street from the Duck launch</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl1ilgOW9xk2B1oDHALz7BgWHsZ0skxvF8UozEB-4xB1RsHtOrtGOSFfEtnUXVQqZm6kU0-aK8NVJoEx1ZDZWsgOH2LU9Ydu37P4njsZ3iM_H9gpw8AWHahLtrA7kb6GM4hb5ptc7Q_5s3/s400/DSC_0155.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">the ginger-haired bully sitting in front of Josh who we all would've gladly thrown overboard.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs029.ash2/34808_1493302729735_1149054146_31386889_5690865_n.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">On to the food tour of the Pike Place Market!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbCF5hgxx-AOhHLTCADeh7lMf0jkXFL0JYNiS4w6ydV0Sb_4rz8B4hS_Zuoezbs8gxpxM1xx6KXjWDdYxFHkHukK4Tecm5qjLMbLN_lIMjHXSHc0k3qrl9nsV-dUVOZiGbpo6YjVMP3Rt-/s400/DSC_0260.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQhlXj3p9xUtxh8NbTWAmis7ACNBXbse8PhDJ9jqD0PH-RDZ2tV-_CdaVQvH_Jum4T8qtGJL8lJVJmcB7zwNvH-sDZc2HBv-TM9BN1_QdahuJ3eGjz57kUkdD7sWb_PT0-Iru-Ih-HQlJt/s400/DSC_0230.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">The tour is through Savor Seattle Food Tours</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Our stops:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwQjQdCGdY1iBkAjQrawSu_uLRmEpgVcJTPXLcIHI1wDCwnNvsWj4_bix6mXnICh_xknXSCOSIuX0SX3Rma-u5ONIOIzZe4doEWjmcyzowQEKk0BSzXN5KDlH3YybATIf_dui0Av_z9eIh/s400/100NCD602.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Spring Rolls</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn5qFqXklyD2GAWnzIwKNt94mqykm2I7XqdmthXGwx8XQ-vCkcVJI6bHE7KuSo0LtEuZc_uWGoL8KuwaFJWGMIwb4BN97AAMWxdI92MIQLFMbxw6z7-GiudebKHekEZ3veAjv_ODZzo4Qn/s400/100NCD603.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Hot Mini-Donuts</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuEHPg4iq5rG1LPMJ4D0rxGpeMjG0CXEXDnoVIi3Ot2fViDLp3lvgHptqE2V9YqbO37EMePpnsuRLMhWmrOiBC3JqRWmL7QeR8kpoLrtzKu2Y_mriYqC2W3RrPcGucUPvhLMZoHpkq3N6i/s400/100NCD604.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Smoked Salmon</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyTArA8Wo0sSnHqxQC7pAYwh1QVNviI5vlcuzHYl1jyXOLeKG1EpUe4teGGjuJdy0gqeV3evMfM8Sne4tXlubvPGnGWachI9Yz0K53K-SPQeQGQZDQu1OiJZWK8q2qpNVMxC3BzeZP4qEK/s400/DSC_0248.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">"Never Believe A Man With A Pink Umbrella"- Pike Place fish mongers</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4b6n8nycUdtNyNEoeqpyfpeinBvZ7vBOKGcKZmwbtBfy2kb4YbAcmPYFW-BcjPEvUWHjW-szCeU-cspB9R-CfbDHD27XBdaR7lbOyPGn0mQt8CjXBlLNnvD6dOLCkwxgdc0_mUZZmKuV5/s400/pink+umbrella.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Our tour guide...with his pink umbrella! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF3kyJZL9FS-Ab8o0aqp-uVEijUs_6txUJ6LVR0Q-KsOJGcqpD6teloTglU3fgGiEJYhLbrmQRyq4aS5T7EMNAkX1JNIxHM5zR-aifHM5G0FNwQynguSuSnoueaQIX1-jgNXdMNv2FoEYQ/s400/100NCD605.jpg" /> <img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2SrgvnbkAI1hgwxrCTrxp3u6CW-04iOLILNWFVxkCeY762jkvOA-HEMXRQoJISgo2su59_Jqc-DN5_RMt_sc7nyjo-UqSlOyGhDhgdtcuTtXCNlis2-ufDBDQegkKjaDzB-pohLfGR-9n/s400/100NCD606.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Seasonal local fruit</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkPNaRVn8hWfw5Oj0lJAH9Da72vW0m-MU5e5zycA7fkguVoySYenBCF7C7L2M0jx56WrzSC4sEiki6bGKb_36wq5dlj0IIK2c77PWgYk0iH1YAxjVJ2OuAwGsAdele7Acdd5fr3N-G7d7n/s400/100NCD607.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Clam Chowder and Lobster Bisque</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRuPqpO6KNgty613_hgCjN3lqjGF7XnlHlPGOSg62Y9F3qN0FSDvfUcoLI6uQfmxtlC-cVPo_-ni0YAy6-Nq6PlgexF4KN-x24zSGd8hl5h3HVemZ9hIZiLZrzLIdDd2yUGVNQY_zBfRPO/s400/100NCD608.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Piroshkies</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH52y38qKTZfgKvUzxiGa3nvg6bRouPhOAEiF-kXcZXK6EdWDfGuEuZtA9ntZyR0hC-TFx7eqI5W4dvxO6z3Kng5ZzkBebRdhYNqg8y89ZqUc0p5AXomcVb3sYH0fnW9TVgxt-Z_ZTXb9n/s400/Beecher's+Handmade+Cheese.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Homemade Cheese on Homemade Crackers & Spicy Mac 'n Cheese</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn9B90GYLuOyrSyRGJKh6CZhARZ2rTIfkHRVMptHvxEDGKDWlaZOkNZJa5MANJtlalw43B05ARdGplDYY0Vr9bK5jHAzICl-OW9sazxhAnqVRBDaXo1Q058H2okHadq-OtlPt4odFh2vI3/s400/Etta's+Seafood.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Crab Cake bites</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGphd67slx8jJ8DaufAL3dCjZS5cEYCfMn_RbO_f2oz2isx985siGgpN5463tCcN0xF8Xg45xnbrr078W0BtFuR2coEHPIFZ-oXVeaaedgUsa7afmXM-_dtlkkrUbg0bpn3_AsAJDB_8rt/s400/DSC_0291.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Me in my natural environment...doing karate in a "bamboo forest". one of the many pieces of public art in Seattle</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLWwhFwt8UlKF0gufRSR4k-QGYx5o3Z279l18zMqpmyJxLewrAZOvpJHkbwvR7wgRXV5megB212egmHhswyjusRwWAziAMF6zOcJHx3VAEvD_Pa5e81k3SpsCAjtLyfPgBHYUWfHyT3z7P/s400/pike+place+flowers.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">$10 bouquet from Pike Place</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigJWWsV5BL8ud0-MzgJdpz1IR6izMIjlEZ1ouP3aR3FLSU3IVvS21HRxI8Vk60IjAAbkGlqzVaSQmCXoDF2datH8D9vn_ivRLb473IaEajWsJ5bQAVAGQ5DMZoK8lcreTD5iPkSKs7xb-d/s400/Josh+%26+Teresa+at+the+fountain.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Josh & Teresa at the musical fountain at the Seattle Center</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH3-_c2KwfyI72Vf2ym6_OMt3wPwnCzuiOsP7P9a0dap4UlQKeFhoAe7VLrD05M_MlrQgUp7PzWrVtyug-2Wtafh_vLL6FkdQ6XmOy6H1iGqBSNIzoXKSZO4JN03dtCmnFHpLE17d7x8nS/s400/Erich+%26+Stacia+fountain.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Erich & me</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">we weren't sure if we'd be too full from the food tour to have dinner afterwards, but it turns out that the combination of small samples and all the walking equals massive hunger! we decided to head to Stell's, across the street from SPU (where I work). Stell, the owner, is always working and is such a sweetheart. oh, and the food is amazing! (no pics...too busy eating and talking!)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">last stop was Simply Desserts in Fremont to grab some desserts to go. we knew that by the time we got back up to the lake house that we'd be ready for sweets.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5-CECAL8rvNvWdarapFLry_NeFFKhCuM9LjZXhsNy_L5-oXIWCFA64jDFssaJpHWvDMX2yiA7fjWTc7eCi97o6isKyeaEzoQfv9lXyaWeaUplEgHnTsz7UcgH8jPO4IVaSy2U5LAnNN8/s400/Simply+Desserts.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">stuffed, happy and exhausted we all hit the sack...it was a great day!</div>mrs schienbeinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12523557719060403166noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270260746803030527.post-83081439842920377842010-06-26T21:40:00.000-07:002010-06-26T22:03:00.808-07:00visit with the "portland" schienbeinsso one of the most A.M.A.Z.I.N.G things that happened this past year is the birth of our nephew, Rowan James Schienbein. Rowan's parents are Erich's brother, Thomas, and Thomas's wife, Monique.<br /><br />his birth story is pretty amazing. the fact that Rowan is here today alive and well is a testament to Monique's diligent and selfless bedrest for what seemed like <em>forever</em>. And Rowan was still born at 33 1/2 weeks. <br /><br />but this baby Schienbein is now healthy and growing like, well, a Schienbein. <br /><br />the whole fam came up to Seattle today and we got to visit for a nice long time. (mmm, sweet baby smell)<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHYZSDl9c7ECT6IZ1zOh9Ulqr91_UYH2Ty-tnfCtHbqFqzTgSzoHOXpNPaNSK-qDxNbpBgIbolF_DpI5tYpFsWIg-adeviW7tkE0F2q82zWEDmXKRH1_mlHrfeiN2LnOaCUWgnbXXWXA5-/s1600/DSC_0063.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487310133469382098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHYZSDl9c7ECT6IZ1zOh9Ulqr91_UYH2Ty-tnfCtHbqFqzTgSzoHOXpNPaNSK-qDxNbpBgIbolF_DpI5tYpFsWIg-adeviW7tkE0F2q82zWEDmXKRH1_mlHrfeiN2LnOaCUWgnbXXWXA5-/s400/DSC_0063.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> we love our Uncle Erich and Uncle Erich is smitten with us. what a pair!</span></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487310129382686850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCRBtDEkxrylte6GzCrdX5HcJKLhRnpijilUFxfBqdegx_NE-A0hS-IdnvGyXpSf-0ONtXpSaQtWZpRgnP38kj7D3KdX_qlb6QuMYfbHsJe0TXS7w_1JEufXfFAyCQ8i-fAFFPKN2F7xCI/s400/DSC_0093.JPG" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Rowan met the Montgomerys today...here he is with Teresa just before peeing on her. awe.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikjYj-_M5S1sljmmKEh_AbexfwbpWXs4osfOV1hI7iuxFEcmRNreh3Z-mndqpwMFRXXyKDkDxr0JSkNm68-4Dl-94F1_X4unFJd06opWpZzQVTcIJsRvRjZY9ErPF8qLapaPvA0HhF_EP5/s1600/DSC_0067.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487310119295462098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikjYj-_M5S1sljmmKEh_AbexfwbpWXs4osfOV1hI7iuxFEcmRNreh3Z-mndqpwMFRXXyKDkDxr0JSkNm68-4Dl-94F1_X4unFJd06opWpZzQVTcIJsRvRjZY9ErPF8qLapaPvA0HhF_EP5/s400/DSC_0067.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> Uncle Berto came up to see everyone, too! it was a pretty big day!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghr2REMA605OVx6N-316Jpe554Ui_tWkOezPq2WbRaCdwLskEeEySCw884nyHhyphenhyphenMQF5CS0q6u8xDY764PXBUZAcN9loHJQONSO-zp2q_f_XBN5oTVngyyx-SbFnIwepMN2xrzWEkbC3vwf/s1600/DSC_0077.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487310106908183890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghr2REMA605OVx6N-316Jpe554Ui_tWkOezPq2WbRaCdwLskEeEySCw884nyHhyphenhyphenMQF5CS0q6u8xDY764PXBUZAcN9loHJQONSO-zp2q_f_XBN5oTVngyyx-SbFnIwepMN2xrzWEkbC3vwf/s400/DSC_0077.JPG" /></a><br />did I mention today is the first day of my week-long vacation? hallelujah! can't think of a better way to have kicked this vacation off.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">love, Love, LOVE you, Rowan! thank you for coming to visit with us today!</div>mrs schienbeinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12523557719060403166noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270260746803030527.post-12606646947127628062010-06-21T08:14:00.001-07:002010-06-21T08:27:38.653-07:00when's the best time to turn over a new leaf?I'm the type of person who likes to attempt to start new routines at milestones, like at New Year's or on a birthday. I don't know. There's something about picking a meaningful day to start something new that has always appealed to me. You know, like starting to write in a journal, cutting out fast food, going to bed at a descent hour, and (gasp) working out. <div><br /></div><div>Now, for those of you who know me well, <i>starting</i> something new doesn't mean that I ever, with any consistency, keep doing it said new thing. But I'm always hopeful that someday I'll develop that discipline gene.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, here I am, at 30. I've got that itch again to start something new again. I'd love to be in shape and feeling like I'm doing something good for my body. Heck, I'd just love to be able to tell my doctor that I'm exercising regularly, and not be lying. I'm hoping that this time, with the help of some friends, that it will have some staying power. </div><div><br /></div><div>I, Stacia, am going to be doing C25K at lunch time, 3 days a week. </div><div><br /></div><div>After you've stopped rolling on the floor in hysterics, let me explain my logic.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, I've never been a runner/jogger/speed walker...but I <i>aspire</i> to be someone who can take off for a jog and really enjoy it. And since I'm doing it with a couple of co-workers at lunch time I feel like there will be some accountability to keep at it. </div><div><br /></div><div>Here's hoping that this time next year I'll still be going strong.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2009/05/13/article-1180745-04E9D218000005DC-548_468x591.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(this'll be me soon...minus JT)</span></div>mrs schienbeinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12523557719060403166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270260746803030527.post-26989197946377630622010-06-17T20:57:00.001-07:002010-06-17T21:34:50.427-07:00where to begin...<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I'm 30.<br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">This seems as good a point as any to start. Yes, it's my birthday today and I am no longer in my 20's. Is anything different now? Hmm...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">It's been over a year since I blogged last. Remember? </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">(or just scroll down) </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">My folks were getting on a plane for Africa for their 2 year adventure, and I was, frankly, a mess.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Well, I got over it.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">And lots has happened.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Seems like more than I can tackle in one blog post. So we'll take it a little bit at a time, which will allow me to weed out the many less-than-exciting parts of the last year.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">But for tonight let's just start with I'm 30.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">and I had what could arguably be the B.E.S.T. birthday I've ever had.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">To begin, I was greeted this morning, on my drive in to work, by my frontline rep co-workers who had all gotten up </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">super</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> early to decorate the Fremont statues in honor of my birthday.</span></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJgBt_5jbsTm9kRnqp0upiU9VpK7Vkrw17j9pPYAsc_i-5dMAz8NVluRLtHyEFT9apStK3T1lAyklss3BffuvfTi7ygm007sOTCScO8S6fKvQvPtKkPPXwyghyphenhyphenjPIpNnicDngnlm99eEaf/s1600/30th+Fremont+Sign+2.jpg"><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs108.snc4/35749_409020906951_553676951_4291299_6672753_n.jpg" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I was SO surprised! I am usually one of the first people in the office and was so touched that they had all gotten up much earlier than usual to surprise me with this! All I can say is that I work with the best team in the world. So, you will all be receiving official "thank you"s, but here's a shout out to my peeps: Carlie, Donna, Whitney, Alicia, Rosanna, Kevin and Jon!! You all are amazing and I feel so honored to get to work with each of you every day.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">As if that wasn't enough, I got to work to find that my cube had </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">also</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> been decorated to commemorate the big day! (Thanks to Carlie, Alicia and Christi!)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs048.ash2/35749_409037976951_553676951_4291833_1689108_n.jpg" /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">(oh, did I mention there were Top Pot donuts, too?!?)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">All day I was greeted with heartfelt birthday wishes from co-workers and students. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">And </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I was productive! Unheard of...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I had the perfect birthday lunch at Stell's with Whitney...cheeseburger, onion rings and a mixed berry milkshake. Perfection.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Spent the remainder of the day answering the question, "What are you doing tonight to celebrate?", to which I replied, "My husband and I are going to dinner at 13 Coins". </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Or so I thought.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Cut to the end of the day and me waiting outside for Erich to pick me up from work. He had gotten stuck in traffic and was running a bit behind.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Or so I thought.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">We head out on the road and I notice that he misses the turn to head downtown towards 13 Coins. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">"Babe, we're supposed to turn here."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">"No, we aren't."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">"Yes, but 13 Coins is </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">that</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> way."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">"Well, we're not going to 13 Coins."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Oh.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Now, I'm baffled.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">But, wait, this is how we get to Matador. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">"Are we going to Matador?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">"I don't know...are we?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">He can be incredibly infuriating.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Once we finally found a parking spot, we hoofed it to Matador to find one last surprise...a party for me!!! WHAT? </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs045.ash2/35607_409214201951_553676951_4296190_2619559_n.jpg" /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">As I glance around the table, I am floored by the outpouring of love from friends from all parts of my life. Josh & Teresa, Jenn, Sara, Shauna, Carlie, Kristin, Bri, Rosanna and Donna. Truly amazing.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">And is there a better way to end the day than with a Matador Cadillac Margarita and happy hour nachos with the most incredible group of friends that a gal could ask for?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Why, yes. You could then be treated to a lot of laughs and an Orange U Glad cupcake from Cupcake Royale.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><img src="http://www.cupcakeroyale.com/images/_ChocOrangeUGlad.jpg" /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Seriously, though, guys...you made this transition into my 30's the most amazing day, when I wasn't expecting it to be much different from the rest. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Know that it meant more to me than any of you will ever know. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">With all the love that I have (which is a </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">lot),</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Stacia</span></span></i></div>mrs schienbeinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12523557719060403166noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270260746803030527.post-88765284887053826552009-06-20T08:53:00.000-07:002009-06-20T08:59:08.457-07:00today's the daytoday I'm driving my parents to the airport so they can board a plane and begin their new lives (for 2 years, anyway) in Kenya. <div><br /></div><div>their bags are packed (FULL), papers for their new house here in Lake Stevens have been signed, the car registered in Washington State and Erich's name added to the title, and now I'm sitting here typing, waiting for them to get to our house so we can caravan down to the airport to say our teary goodbyes. </div><div><br /></div><div>and my heart is breaking.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>mrs schienbeinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12523557719060403166noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270260746803030527.post-4798252563849859022009-05-18T09:30:00.000-07:002009-05-18T09:35:40.349-07:00...it may or may not be time......to make a commitment to myself to go to the gym regularly, starting 2 months ago. <br /><br />I am officially wearing office-appropriate slacks today that I used to have to cinch with a safety pin at the waist because they were too big. And by "used to", I mean less than 6 months ago. And by "cinch", I mean folding over an inch at the waist. And by "were", I mean, well, <em>were. </em><br /><em></em><br />I'm not completely unhappy with my size, although when you're 28, going on 29, you are not <em>supposed</em> to "grow into" your clothes. I mean, I'm not a toddler with hand-me-downs. It isn't cute anymore.<br /><br />On the bright side, the pants are comfortable and no longer have a hideous "pleat" on my left leg. Although, one unsightly pant leg is better than an extra 10 pounds, right?<br /><br />It's a good thing I didn't cancel that gym membership...mrs schienbeinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12523557719060403166noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270260746803030527.post-63211306439072640052009-05-07T12:18:00.000-07:002009-05-07T12:28:39.722-07:00How is it May already?Is it just me, or has this year been flying by too quickly?<br /><br />It feels like every time I check a calendar, another month has passed me by in a flash. The fact that we haven't blogged in 3 weeks is complete maddness to me! Where is the time going?<br /><br />Before I know it, my parents will have moved out of their home in Bakersfield and will be driving up to Seattle. We'll be expecting them around the beginning of June and will have them to ourselves (mostly) for a whole 3 weeks before they fly out for Africa. In that short span of time, we will look at houses/property, hopefully find them a home church, transfer a car deed, and suck the marrow out of every precious moment we will have left with them. <br /><br />The future is so uncertain, as I guess it always is. But they are hoping to make a 2-year commitment in Africa. 2-YEARS!! A lot will happen in that period of time, and if time flies by like it has so far this year, I guess the 2-years won't seem like that long. But how much will our lives change in that small span of time?<br /><br />Look at <a href="http://scottandlorie.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-more-day.html">Scott & Lorie</a>...had their first son and getting ready for their 2nd in that same amount of time! How strange life will be if we're lucky enough to experience the same in our lives. Can I fathom having TWO children while my parents are living on a different continent? <br /><br />How can life go on without them around? <br /><br />I suppose these are all questions I should have been asking myself long before I arrived at this time, but I'm thinking them now...obsessing really.<br /><br />(sigh)mrs schienbeinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12523557719060403166noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270260746803030527.post-15894797710432719692009-04-14T20:21:00.001-07:002009-04-14T20:24:17.409-07:00Junior Is Back!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQIKldKyTrkgNRAumEkb_rPQ2ijtQhm842GgKhp9vDp4Vyz40C0nigb1NnXpxJZ_KVpEt8dKhsssvlS1oN7jST_10MRCdBMrnArnbM-MsVi4CzUzksgw-H8jTqfA4tGlC_6gsvhz8nstdz/s1600-h/griffey-mariners-thumb-660x300.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324753231246289442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQIKldKyTrkgNRAumEkb_rPQ2ijtQhm842GgKhp9vDp4Vyz40C0nigb1NnXpxJZ_KVpEt8dKhsssvlS1oN7jST_10MRCdBMrnArnbM-MsVi4CzUzksgw-H8jTqfA4tGlC_6gsvhz8nstdz/s400/griffey-mariners-thumb-660x300.jpg" border="0" /></a>Thats right and I'm soooooooo happy! <br /><br />...posted by erich since my wife is slacking a bit this week.mrs schienbeinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12523557719060403166noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270260746803030527.post-13550093067897708592009-04-05T16:29:00.000-07:002009-04-05T18:38:31.024-07:00it's a beautiful, miserable dayRemember <a href="http://theseattleschienbeins.blogspot.com/2009/03/rainy-seattle-daze.html">last week </a>when I said I was going to try the homeopathic local honey remedy for my seasonal allergies? I was skeptical, but had high hopes from being spurred on by Farmer Jon, my wholistic, naturpathic co-worker and Joshua, my fellow allergy sufferer.<br /><div></div><br /><div>Josh is the one who scored these honey sticks from his local grocer for Erich & me which I took faithfully every day this week. One stick in the morning with my vitamins, english muffin and cup of yogurt. And I tried to let the honey be enough. </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321384716357824338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAx-LU0blqAo_wsuvqcAbjAONBzqRXMm1pzihKNszo6Mo1M3gX_k2Gldbtopi_ePGQQ8dI-acaOyhhPtFPCTk123LcjHwOTRaIUuOTz9bUhJRI0ctZPV1ak1eKYUpSuAp125pYFihm_VA5/s400/honey+sticks.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>At first, I think maybe my body hadn't gotten used to the honey being my single defense against the onslaught of harmful allergens in my environment. But I stook it out, hoping against hope that the honey would work it's magic and free me from my never-ending nasal drip, explosive sneezing and habitually itchy eyes.</div><div> </div><div>And maybe I need to keep taking the honey to help in the battle against my misery. But after days of disruptive allergy symptoms I resigned myself to the fact that I need reinforcements. Today was a beautiful day so we opened up the windows and the sliding glass door to get a nice cross-breeze through the house, but much like my <a href="http://scottandlorie.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-cant-stop-sneezing.html">good friend </a>it didn't come without a price. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUKDeHLCokR8ohHvx9ZaWSB9LKoNmXFZynmuEai_5i1LMyI6Ku4b6H7cy3nwtWGTf2QeFzNS87-w3AgezdZPbsJJzvkHo7hOveeK1-0BR2TaTuTj8ZYxBsEpNYA0yj_AoAgcg3zxlbmQVg/s1600-h/allergy+meds.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321357247001186738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUKDeHLCokR8ohHvx9ZaWSB9LKoNmXFZynmuEai_5i1LMyI6Ku4b6H7cy3nwtWGTf2QeFzNS87-w3AgezdZPbsJJzvkHo7hOveeK1-0BR2TaTuTj8ZYxBsEpNYA0yj_AoAgcg3zxlbmQVg/s400/allergy+meds.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div>And wouldn't you know it doesn't seem like it's made much of a difference. </div><div> </div><div>I am still feeling miserable. </div><div> </div><div>Nothing a long, <em>hot</em> bath, a yummy cup of tea, some clean sheets and an early bedtime won't fix.</div><div> </div><div>I'll keep you updated if I find that the honey becomes more effective. </div><div><br />Happy Spring Time, everyone!</div>mrs schienbeinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12523557719060403166noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270260746803030527.post-70194526190169494092009-03-29T12:50:00.000-07:002009-03-29T14:31:27.470-07:00breakfast 2.0I woke up like a shot this morning at 9:15 before Erich...very unusual for me. Usually I'm asleep for hours LONG after he's up and started the day. I decided to take full advantage of this unique circumstance to make us a breakfast that we don't take time to enjoy much anymore. These days we're lucky to get a bowl of cereal or the occassional carton of yogurt (if we have any). Besides that, Erich faithfully cooks us dinner just about every night of the week...I very rarely cook for the two of us anymore.<br /><div></div><br /><div>Perhaps inspired by V for Vendetta which we watched recently, I decided to make us Eggies in a Basket and bacon (mmm, bacon).<br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTi3rN078fW1F2TkiT6T-k6WVcxapQlyE3miXgid4buZjAsIynGpW_RqdzKjiq4oWfSCB-NLpmFG6N_4_tIs0IFmuon_ScDVvS08I9sPmgn5kXJDy2SKAEk_wrxAzbyqJ8ginHUuQ_qwPC/s1600-h/Bacon+3-29-09.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318699907150685778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTi3rN078fW1F2TkiT6T-k6WVcxapQlyE3miXgid4buZjAsIynGpW_RqdzKjiq4oWfSCB-NLpmFG6N_4_tIs0IFmuon_ScDVvS08I9sPmgn5kXJDy2SKAEk_wrxAzbyqJ8ginHUuQ_qwPC/s400/Bacon+3-29-09.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318699912757154466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvZek8kGGwz1kInb3L2ruDVXSPkunogoXwe9l8T0VQutBmanbT5WleKHfENJBBgqBPrG3ZRqHtZrm9VXvm5Y2QlcjbelB0Ly-JSlL-HdzN7Y6dUMJ6Nwvx_0WNBa_epjiGHmxYmj6V8Nm8/s400/Eggs+in+Toast+3-29-09.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div>Throw in a cup of coffee, a glass of juice and some grapes and it was a pretty delicious way to start the day.</div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318702087810793746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7jXyGvBCXRWlcCT_LI4WuLODTlrC6sEwCY2f57vT_d2C-ZfGNF2DKHpj_x6vj-dqoYRcwNNzKaO1YIfDqm-m_26qdu0NdK1oB8i18tM73OO1Hmkv7Ni73wvm3-SN0A_fJV5yRY1sZ1Dah/s400/Breakfast+2+3-29-09.jpg" border="0" /></div>mrs schienbeinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12523557719060403166noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270260746803030527.post-46111510454131587942009-03-29T01:38:00.000-07:002009-03-29T10:23:20.585-07:00Ready or Not...I'm not even ashamed to admit that Erich & me and our good friends Josh and Teresa just spent a GOOD 2 hours playing hide and go seek in the dark at their house.<br /><br />Yes, they're the ones with the adorable 4 year old (crap! can he really be 4 already?). Yes, he<em> loves</em> playing Hide & Seek.<br /><br />And yes, he had already gone to bed 3 hours earlier.<br /><br />We were 4 grown adults playing this child's game for 2 hours. It was maybe the most fun I've had in a really long time. I'm not too bad a hider, if I do say so myself.<br /><br />Note to self: be extra careful when being the seeker, especially when seeking in the dark, because you can come to know your friends a <em>lot </em>more than you might wish to.mrs schienbeinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12523557719060403166noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270260746803030527.post-43788971990379070532009-03-28T15:24:00.000-07:002009-03-28T15:31:46.554-07:00rainy seattle dazeget it? daze? days? hilarious.<br /><br />It's springtime here which means lots of rain (which I love) and lots of allergies (which I don't love at all). I've been reading a book about how to best prepare your body for pregnancy (yep, I'm reading a book) and there's been lots of information about over-the-counter medications that can seriously disrupt fertility, including some antihistamines. So of course I'm completely paranoid and trying desperately not to do anything that might add to the list of reasons why we might not get pregnant.<br /><br />I'm on the homeopathic track to wellness. I will (hopefully) stave off my allergies with local honey. At first I thought it was a total crock, but when you think about how honey gets made, especially in your own region where the pollen bees use is likely the same pollen that is giving you fits it actually makes sense.<br /><br />I'm going to give a try this week and will let you all know how it turns out. I'm hopeful that I won't spend this allergy season with a raw, chapped nose and red, UNBELIEVABLY itchy eyes.<br /><br />Oh, and also that we get pregnant soon!mrs schienbeinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12523557719060403166noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270260746803030527.post-63071604944094900502009-03-17T18:16:00.000-07:002009-03-17T18:33:44.308-07:00St. Patty's DayHappy St. Patty's Day, everyone. Hope you're all celebrating the day in a safe way...<br /><br />To be honest, I had completely forgotten about St. Patty's Day until I went to the Orthodontist office this morning where I was ceremoniously pinched repeatedly for not wearing green. Fun!<br /><br />Just another day at the office, though nearly everyone was well-coordinated with a splash or two of green...everyone but me. I made a lame attempt at participating by putting a fabric flower clip in my hair which had a <em>dash</em> of green in it (you really had to squint and be looking closely to see it), and that's only because I had absent-mindedly thrown it in my purse last week. No real effort to play along.<br /><br />And then I remembered why I LOVE this day. Erich sends me a text around noon (like he usually does) to see if there's anything in particular I want for dinner (which I never do)...by the way, how awesome is it that my husband has dinner ready for me every night by the time I get home from work?!? Then he asks..."how does corned beef sound?"<br /><br />Um, SUPER AWESOME FANTASTIC is how it sounds! <br /><br />And here's what was waiting for me when I got home...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314331246512132306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Y_6ubQ7cKa23hU0DNeAz-hK3eWpS7wprA-RIIqsI80u3Oj9mUa1qhnTN6zpSxJx4t-FULIojNlveywKSYZWI_FwlmqQVxfX36IKx_u9VgG7U5Lha5XvDV-j9oIdjRbzwMnK2FIWltkFk/s320/CornedBeef&Cabbage.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center">But look who <em>did</em> remember to wear green today! adorable...</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7puUOBgmosAB_ggqNVEbodxHgfhSEGlfmVZ7F_w3Ig0rHY2YbUaSuyZyWNKKYuuX-OZbotgprYYaRfrTyg0BEmgTApCRekahi6J0oHKjZsa8VCJLxa9XxaBdbc5ilP03iVnDuFV4eC0-H/s1600-h/ErichStPattys.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314331254225596418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7puUOBgmosAB_ggqNVEbodxHgfhSEGlfmVZ7F_w3Ig0rHY2YbUaSuyZyWNKKYuuX-OZbotgprYYaRfrTyg0BEmgTApCRekahi6J0oHKjZsa8VCJLxa9XxaBdbc5ilP03iVnDuFV4eC0-H/s320/ErichStPattys.JPG" border="0" /></a>mrs schienbeinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12523557719060403166noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270260746803030527.post-20103596328071475412009-03-08T21:52:00.000-07:002009-03-08T21:58:16.949-07:00home again...and I am JUST getting out of bed. <br /><br />We got home last night around 9:30 last night and crashed. I wasn't feeling good most of last night and all of today so I'm just getting up to check email and watch some Sunday night Animation Domination before heading back to bed.<br /><br />Trip to Bakersfield was really good and will blog about it soon.<br /><br />For now, there's just enough time to snack on a few Thin Mints and snuggle with the hubby before heading back to bed.<br /><br />(sigh)mrs schienbeinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12523557719060403166noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270260746803030527.post-45347127646214359362009-02-28T20:22:00.000-08:002009-02-28T20:26:25.457-08:00Bakersfield or BustIt's 8:30 on a Saturday night and Erich & I are headed to bed. This isn't <em></em>totally<em></em> unusual for us because we're both incredibly old-at-heart (and Erich wakes up crazy-early for his job), but this time it's for good reason. <br /><br />We're getting up and heading out the door tomorrow morning at 2am to hit the highway headed to Bakersfield. <br /><br />We'll get there sometime tomorrow night and spend the whole week with the folks and a couple of friends. <br /><br />Can't wait!!!mrs schienbeinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12523557719060403166noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270260746803030527.post-46880032250222003282009-02-25T21:20:00.001-08:002009-02-27T11:21:32.752-08:00I'm (apparently) 14...and I think I'm okay with itwanna know how you know you're young at heart? staying up until 1:30am to finish the final installment of the Twilight series, Breaking Dawn...<em>AND</em> on a school night, no less.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCKt0WTzJjuGeLyNfHS_F_rp4RNOvqSQAykYTVZNxFaequGHF-quEts0sFUgrOt2o3oVnE-jasI3wtTKNs6O7acg4KAtEg2T6olIjG8HGzXNU9LhMH1SKSZ3iykEM1Nhyphenhyphenhu01yG0udqwUH/s1600-h/breaking+dawn.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 89px; height: 135px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCKt0WTzJjuGeLyNfHS_F_rp4RNOvqSQAykYTVZNxFaequGHF-quEts0sFUgrOt2o3oVnE-jasI3wtTKNs6O7acg4KAtEg2T6olIjG8HGzXNU9LhMH1SKSZ3iykEM1Nhyphenhyphenhu01yG0udqwUH/s320/breaking+dawn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307559267395982578" /></a><br /><br />I'm not even all that embarrassed to admit it. and, yes, the movie is on our Netflix que. <br /><br />Now I'm looking for a new book to read. Suggestions, anyone?<br /><br />*edit* apparently, I didn't have the "real" cover for Breaking Dawn...my apologies to anyone who may have been offended by my mistake.mrs schienbeinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12523557719060403166noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270260746803030527.post-60449034884009280362009-02-21T20:05:00.000-08:002009-02-21T20:22:58.809-08:00take twoI've been feeling exceptionally guilty about not posting for over 2 months now. I know that there <em>are</em> those of you who check our blog for updates on what we've been up to. <br /><br />Well, the truth is, we haven't really been up to much lately. <br /><br />Regular life stuff...you know, work, eat, sleep, repeat. But this regularity has been punctuated by the occassional birthday celebration, holiday party, and snow storm. <br /><br />Recently, Erich and I have been preparing to get ready for a trip to Bakersfield to spend a week with my folks. For those of you who might not know, they have been readying themselves for a HUGE move to Africa, Kenya to be more specific. Initially, they planned on heading overseas in early April, but an unexpected rotator cuff surgery for my mom has pushed back their departure date til June. Nevertheless, and perhaps in light of this, we'll be heading down to Bakersfield to help Dad and Mom do some packing up and, well, give me an opportunity to say goodbye to Bakersfield. Truth of the matter is, once my parents return from Africa, they will likely move up to the Pacific Northwest, and it will be hard for us to have reason to make the long trek down south as often. It bums me out to think of the dear, dear friends I have there who I feel will drift further and further away once my parents make their big move. But all the more reason why I am so thrilled that they are here on blogger for me to get updates about. I hope they feel the same.<br /><br />Anyway, we're back, and will be posting updates with more regularity. I promise this time.<br /><br />but for real.mrs schienbeinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12523557719060403166noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270260746803030527.post-83801437842361509292008-12-02T22:27:00.000-08:002008-12-02T22:30:58.561-08:00ugh!I'm so sorry to those few of you who check in on this blog for updates on what's going on in the lives of the Seattle Schienbeins. <br /><br />We've actually been pretty busy in the past couple of weeks with lots of exciting and fun surprises (don't worry...none of which is a pregnancy!).<br /><br />I will try to post about all of the exciting goodness, but I guess I didn't really realize how difficult it would be to work a 40+ hour a week job, work out occassionally, spend quality time with the husband and friends and find time to blog.<br /><br />To live, or to blog? hmm.<br /><br />But I promise to try and blog soon...for serious, though.mrs schienbeinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12523557719060403166noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270260746803030527.post-72411792258050913542008-11-15T09:24:00.000-08:002008-11-15T09:27:10.555-08:00The.Most.Amazing.Husband.Ever.So Erich and I were lame last night and couldn't wait until our anniversary to give each other our presents. <br /><br />I don't have enough time to tell you what he got me, but all I can say is my husband knows me better than anyone on the planet and got me exactly what I wanted but didn't ask for.<br /><br />Going down to Portland today to celebrate the bro-in-law's birthday with him and his AMAZING wife, but will tell you all about it when I have more time.<br /><br />Stay tuned!mrs schienbeinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12523557719060403166noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270260746803030527.post-11908811416130545402008-11-13T19:39:00.000-08:002008-11-13T19:42:09.187-08:00I suck.It's been exactly one month since my last post. <br /><br />And it wasn't even <em></em>my<em></em> post.<br /><br />I wish I had something interesting to report...but life is just chugging along for we Schienbeins.<br /><br />I promise that the moment something exciting happens, you'll all be the first ones to know!mrs schienbeinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12523557719060403166noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270260746803030527.post-63173645100428612762008-10-13T18:40:00.000-07:002008-10-13T18:42:50.001-07:00A Great Performance!!!Bravo Marcus!<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OMuvqJpomnQ&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OMuvqJpomnQ&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />posted by <strong>Mr. Schienbein</strong>mrs schienbeinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12523557719060403166noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270260746803030527.post-17910767082569394612008-09-28T13:45:00.000-07:002008-09-28T13:51:20.644-07:00Yummy deliciousness...Tired of the same old scoop of ice cream for dessert? Crazy for chocolate? Have I got the receipe for you! Thanks to Nigella Lawsonof the Food Network, I give to you <strong>Chocohotopots</strong>...<br /><br />1 stick plus 1 tablespoon unsalted butter<br />4 ounces semisweet chocolate<br />2 eggs<br />3/4 cup superfine sugar (I just put 3/4 cup regular granulated sugar in a food processor for a couple of seconds)<br />3 tablespoons all-purpose flour<br /><br />Place a baking sheet in the oven and preheat to 400 degrees F.<br /><br />Butter 4 ramekins with 1 tablespoon butter.<br /><br />Either in a microwave or in a bowl suspended over a pan of simmering water, melt the dark chocolate and 1 stick butter, then set aside to cool a little.<br /><br />In another bowl, mix the eggs with the sugar and flour with a hand whisk, and beat in the cooled butter and chocolate mixture. Divide the mixture between the 4 buttered ramekins. Bake for about 20 minutes, by which time the tops will be cooked and cracked and the chocolate ooey-gooey underbeath.<br /><br />Place each ramekin on a small plate with a teaspoon and serve. Make sure to warn people that these desserts will be <strong>HOT</strong>!<br /><br />I found this recipe to be simple and able to whip up in a snap. So fast, you don't have time to think about all of the butter you're about to ingest! <br /><br />But seriously...if you love chocolate, you will absolutely fall in love with this recipe!<br /><br />I hope you try it out...it is SOOO good!mrs schienbeinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12523557719060403166noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270260746803030527.post-5591870275968693142008-09-25T19:02:00.000-07:002008-10-13T18:39:37.522-07:00Seahawk MagicI had a really great opportunity to go to the Seahawks game against the Rams last weekend. A good friend of ours, Marcus, was invited to sing the national anthem, and he killed it. It actually brought tears to my eyes how amazing he sounded...I was so proud!!!<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiQ_bPIJBL6QC9JH7AV_hNiBo-QWCk2R_2jHzRr8uO6nQS3ggF7EHkl7OhOCg8yY5d5TzZc_pD9bW9m_nE5ivLjfbMOWIX-L0D_E9olaaJ00MH4NX3T_-rAmD0LvdeTw8Mkm0D3-ZxN2K1/s1600-h/P9210063.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250146497259746194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiQ_bPIJBL6QC9JH7AV_hNiBo-QWCk2R_2jHzRr8uO6nQS3ggF7EHkl7OhOCg8yY5d5TzZc_pD9bW9m_nE5ivLjfbMOWIX-L0D_E9olaaJ00MH4NX3T_-rAmD0LvdeTw8Mkm0D3-ZxN2K1/s400/P9210063.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">The view from our seats</span></em></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250146512342680130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkZJy43jTn6yckecivFYFgNupLGWuxrHmmcbvh-r_P8Q50Gbo-chbfwS7ak8MoedR4QHl1HfghVyvU2uEakMK_aYaaCiNW2o7Ag9u3CMXx-yhWr3hkKWwS8LB98ka2MC4oDSrxWIsmvEx-/s400/P9210062.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Bri, Jenn & Jacob</span></em></div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhnyFkd1iUpagI7vCz3I3oXJz2Waf0_-sl6wcEGplgGE7-mlzWZD3pzd83RTX1AJXvrHK0z2xgHp33V29FXN_VxYvgcRMEzunm07WgVu1Q5LDON064pkXFn0iU8M8aasy8g2AgOW4el-K0/s1600-h/P9210065.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250146504442851410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhnyFkd1iUpagI7vCz3I3oXJz2Waf0_-sl6wcEGplgGE7-mlzWZD3pzd83RTX1AJXvrHK0z2xgHp33V29FXN_VxYvgcRMEzunm07WgVu1Q5LDON064pkXFn0iU8M8aasy8g2AgOW4el-K0/s400/P9210065.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em><span style="font-size:78%;">(tear) My favorite player from last season was Josh Brown who wanted more money and left the Seahawks for the Rams. I've never heard such loud boos!</span></em></p><p><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLLDq385Y2Ey5xOr1YMN5endt1AZZse-XWNDxUmwZytHCElQ8F-kKHV-FUTxb0m9nDLBbUep2K7pBQRU0oBZDOxEg690jIjMCJj2yjr9bCID67KbyXW-UtaSAbu19oJHv7xfgX4lqRP5fk/s1600-h/P9210074.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250146507125057730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLLDq385Y2Ey5xOr1YMN5endt1AZZse-XWNDxUmwZytHCElQ8F-kKHV-FUTxb0m9nDLBbUep2K7pBQRU0oBZDOxEg690jIjMCJj2yjr9bCID67KbyXW-UtaSAbu19oJHv7xfgX4lqRP5fk/s400/P9210074.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a></p><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Jacob had completed a triathalon earlier that morning so he wound up catching some zzz's.</span></em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimGUvS7v6Rf5ApJ6OOTjBswWgfm66kA-BLLaQwDrM50yx_niG8SbwoXvtoi7e09MW_qBLXZ2R0MuiW9BrCxeR-QY-u29fTHDvtRWbMKWHrznZMA2p2iMMPBHid6Flb6OBK3eXxH8cJRdHn/s1600-h/P9210083.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250146506216365426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimGUvS7v6Rf5ApJ6OOTjBswWgfm66kA-BLLaQwDrM50yx_niG8SbwoXvtoi7e09MW_qBLXZ2R0MuiW9BrCxeR-QY-u29fTHDvtRWbMKWHrznZMA2p2iMMPBHid6Flb6OBK3eXxH8cJRdHn/s400/P9210083.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a></p><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://youcancallmetiff.blogspot.com/">Tiffy</a>, Jenn, myself & Bri...all hopped up on garlic fries and Bud Lites</span></em><br /><br />It was such a fun time...I truly love these ladies!<br /><br />Oh, and the Hawks won too, so that was the icing on the cake!mrs schienbeinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12523557719060403166noreply@blogger.com2