Monday, March 23, 2009

This Is a Test

This is a test; this is only a test.


This is a test of the emergency blogger system. Ok, I'm just kidding about the emergency part :)


Here's the reason for the test:

This blog is linked to apostolicbloggers.blogspot.com. Typically it takes several hours for a new blog post on "This is Z Life" to show up on apostolicbloggers. Sometimes more, sometimes less.


On Saturday, March 14, the blog post "Announcing Gabe!!" showed up in about a half hour. That was a record!


Since then I have done two blog posts, both on Friday, March 20. However, as of today, March 23, neither of them have shown up on apostolicbloggers.

I contacted apostolicbloggers several months ago when a post took about 30 hours to show up. At that time, they suggested I clear my cache, delete cookies, and refresh my browser. Then the problem corrected before I had a chance to do any of those things. This time around I have done all those things and still nothing.

It does not seem to be a Blogger issue as other blogs hosted by Blogger are updating. Then again, maybe it is. I don't know.

Has anyone else out there had a similar challenge? If so, do you have any suggestions for resolving this?

Thanks :)

Friday, March 20, 2009

Ga-ga over Gabe


If the posts on "This is Z Life" all seem to be about Gabe lately, it's because we are a little ga-ga. Ga-ga over Gabe. He is an absolutely adorable cuddle-baby!

Here's grandmother, Kim, Lauren's mom, just after she came out of the delivery room. She was glowing!


Grandpa Darwin, Lauren's dad, looks mighty proud of his boy.
So do grandparents David and Mary, Tim's A's parents, who are here from West Virginia.

My Tim is just as smitten as I am :)

Aunt Charity, Tim A's sister is enjoying lovin' on her nephew.

So is great-grandmother Zelmadene, Tim A's grandmother, Mary's mother.
Great-grandparents, Gan-gan and Poppa T., Lauren's maternal grandparents, beam with pride at Gabe's first church service. Gan-gan, Carolyn, cried when she first heard Gabe's name. His middle name, Ison, was her maiden name. Her father was a pioneer Pentecostal preacher. Gabe has a great spirtual heritage on both sides of his family. He is sixth generation Pentecostal.

Poppa T went over during the offering and gave Gabe his first offering to place in the container.

Great-aunt Karen

Great-aunt Kim

Now this one's pretty special - can you guess why? :)

On Tuesday, Lauren took Gabe to the bank where she worked. John just happened to come in. She said she made him hold Gabe and took this picture. I don't remember John ever holding a baby before. He called me and told me about it. He sounded ga-ga over Gabe too.

He said all the ladies who work at the bank were "just going crazy" over Gabe.

Ga-ga over Gabe. I guess it's catchin' :)




Gabes Goes to Church


Look who showed up at the first night of Mid-America Youth Conference - Gabe!
His momma had him all dolled up in a darling little Ralph Lauren outfit. They were all color coordinated. Aren't they a beautiful family?
I was so happy to see Gabe. Although I held him Saturday and again Tuesday, I was having serious Gabe-withdrawal symptoms.
I sure hope he's there again tonight :)

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Announcing: Gabe!!

He's here! Gabriel Ison Adams arrived yesterday, Friday, March 13th, at 2:43 p.m. He weighed 8 pounds, 9 ounces and was 20 inches long.

I got to hold him today. I am smitten! He made sweet, little, baby noises. Nothing like it in this world :)

Welcome to the world, Gabe! Tim and I are looking forward to watching you grow up.

Congratulations, Tim and Lauren, on your big, beautiful, baby boy!!
(Sorry no pic of Mommy. Daddy, please send me one.)

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Making It Up to February, Part I


Dear February, please accept my apologies. I would feel the same way if I were you. I did not intend to give you such scant attention. I just got busy . . . I got sick . . . we had a lot going on at the office . . . . Okay, I know those sound like excuses to you. But, I had good intentions. I even tried to blog about the birthday party for John, but Blogger just would not cooperate that day. Not that I'm blaming Blogger. I take full responsibility for neglecting you.

So, I'm making it up to you, February. Here's the first post. More on the way! We had some great days:

We had an early surprise birthday party for John on February 7. He turned 25 on the 14th. Yes, he's a Valentine, and while that's pretty special, we learned long ago we have to celebrate early or late because the rest of the world is "Valentining" on his birthday.

Tim and I hosted the party at John's house, and he was totally surprised. He came in from a long day's work and opened his front door. I wish I would have captured the look on his face when everyone yelled, "Surprise!"

Silly me. I assumed the Summit (college and career group) would be free on a Saturday night since most of their activities are on Friday night. Wouldn't you know they had a long-planned trip to Hot Springs to sing that night. I should have checked first. But, we did have a good turnout of young married couples and one engaged couple. Thanks to all of you came and made the evening so much fun!



We ate Mary B's famous tamales with all the trimmings. (I need to do a post on those tamales and their history - that's a great story.) "Mardot," my dear friend and the Queen of Cookies, sent over a plate of her famous chocolate chip cookies. (Land's sakes alive! I'm craving one now! Mardot, are you reading this?) (Can anyone guess who "Mardot" is and how she got her name?)

The girls and I sat around and talked. Mainly about babies. Angie and Jason brought 11 month old Jaxon. He is a charmer, and we all loved on him. Lauren's and Tim's baby is due any day now. And just last weekend, Kara and John W. announced that they, too, are expecting a little one! Hmmm, no wonder we talked about babies!

The guys played ping-pong. And by that I mean they jumped and dove and whooped and hollered and talked smack and made so much noise that we had to close the door to the game room in order to think straight! Oh, my goodness gracious, those guys had a big ole time!

I have tried and tried, to no avail, to upload videos of the ping-pong game. So, I guess a still-shot will have to do. Sorry, "Reg," I don't have you in a still-shot. Sorry, Jimbo, you either. Hey, I didn't even get a pic of you. Being the hostess and the official photographer at the same time is challenging for a gal like me.

Yes, February 7th was a fun day!

More comin' up!

























Tuesday, March 3, 2009

The Lament of the February Blog

Woe is me! I am a poor, neglected stepchild! Susan has hardly paid any attention to me. I know I'm the shortest month in the year, but only one blog post about me? It's not fair!

She started blogging in October and posted 28 times before the end of the year. Then January got 9 posts. So why, oh why, did she leave me out in the cold?

It's not like I'm an uninteresting month. Oh, I know my reputation. I know people complain about me, that I'm gray, cold, and overstay my welcome.

But, Susan, of all people, knows there's more to me than that! I, February, am the month of her birth. Okay, so she did acknowledge that in her one little bitty post on the 16th. But even that was over two weeks late! I come in with a bang just for her. Her birthday is on the first day of the month. You'd think that alone would get me a little special attention.

Then there's the matter of her only child's birthday being on the 14th - he's a Valentine! Wouldn't you think that would get a mention? And, this year he hit the quarter-century mark. But, did she write about that? Oh, no! Nary a word!

And what about that elegant Valentine banquet her sweetheart took her too? Nothing about that either.

Then there's the matter of spring, the little flirt, peeking through winter's misty curtain. Daffodils popping up, bobbing their yellow heads gaily. Robins hopping about, searching for fat worms. All manner of birds chirping, flitting around gathering twigs for nest-building. Yellow forsythia branches, reaching their slender arms toward the sky. Tulip trees, sporting their dainty pink dresses, decked out like little girls on Easter Sunday in all their finery. Wild dogwoods, sprinkled throughout expanses of woodland, suddenly popping out their snowy blossoms, bringing hope that spring is indeed on the way. Canadian geese arriving at the farm, honking as they begin their nesting on the island.

Then to top it all off, on the last night of my watch, fat snowflakes falling thick and fast, spreading a fluffy covering on all the colorful, spring blossoms. A gentle snow, gone by morning.

Oh, there were lots and lots of things to tell about me, February. Lots and lots of pictures to show. Is Susan ashamed of herself? Does she feel one bit bad about treating me so shabbily?

I await her response.