Sunday, July 29, 2012

Trouble Won't Wait

You might think that the first month of marriage would be filled with nothing but greatness and happy thoughts. Of memories of the times you shared at the wedding ceremony and reception. Of looking at pictures and wishing the day would have lasted a lifetime. Of talking about what your future as husband and wife might hold. That’s what most people think and I would say that for most people, that is what happens.


Andrew and I had another experience, however. An experience that I wish could be erased and never thought of again. Unfortunately, it has consumed the first month of our marriage and while the irritation and frustration of it all works me up just to think about it, I am also grateful.


I won’t go into detail about what exactly happened the morning after our wedding, the best night of our lives, but I will say that someone, who we once thought was a very special part in our lives, tarnished that day forever. Comments were made about me to my new husband that should have never been spoken the day after our wedding, or ever really. The whole day, which should have been filled with laughter and smiles, was instead filled with anger and tears. It doesn’t matter what was said, or why it was said (actually it does matter but for this story it is irrelevant), all that matters is that it happened. I am really not sure what thought process or conversation was had to determine the morning after our wedding was the best time to confront the groom about accusations concerning his bride. Never in a million years would I do something of the sort, even to someone I couldn’t stand. What would have to be said to convince someone that ruining the day after a friend’s wedding was a good idea? Is there no such thing as human decency anymore? Is there no such thing as keeping your mouth shut to protect the feelings of others?


To this day I still get angry over what happened and even writing this I have anxiety over the whole situation. There are, however, many positive things that have come out of such a dark moment in the beginning of our marriage.


For starters, trusting my instincts and “gut” feelings is extremely important. The funny thing about all this is that the week before our wedding, I cried to Andrew because I knew something was going to happen involving the people who felt the need to ruin our special weekend. I didn’t know what would happen, but I just had a feeling that I couldn’t shake. I was upset by the feeling and hated that I was feeling that at all. This person/people were supposed to be a special part of the weekend, why do I feel like this about them? I didn’t want to believe that they would do something to take attention away from what should have been a weekend of joy, especially seeing as to how they would soon be having a wedding themselves and would not want anything bad happening on their weekend. Andrew calmed me down, as he always does, and assured me that nothing would happen because there just isn’t any way someone would do that, especially this person who meant so much to him. My instinct turned out to be right on target and from this moment on, I will never second guess myself or take my guard down when I have a feeling like I did. True colors were shown that weekend and they were colors that I had seen from the very beginning. It’s sad really. I so badly wanted to be proved wrong, I so badly wanted my first impressions to be wrong, I so badly wanted everything to run smoothly and not have a care in the world the entire weekend.


Second, God will always protect me. For those of you who know me well, you may know that I have a tendency to “react” to put it nicely. When I feel threatened or confronted in some way, I don’t really think twice about what I say or do, I just say and do. Luckily, I have married a man that is, for the most part the complete opposite and has managed to “tame the wild beast”…….SLIGHTLY! There was a strange pull for me to stay in our hotel room when Andrew was going to say goodbye to these people and I now know that “pull” was God. None of these comments were said to me directly and I won’t dismiss the power that made me stay in the room. Had I heard those words directly, which were said in a crowded lobby of our family and friends, I would have lost it. I would have blown a fuse on more levels than one. For someone to stoop so low as to think that the day after someone’s wedding was the appropriate time to accuse the bride of wrongdoing, when there was in fact none, is outrageous to me. I can promise you here and now, had I been in that area when this happened, I might have very well needed to be restrained. There is a reason I didn’t go to the lobby and God was looking out for me that morning. While I was angry and upset when Andrew told me what was said, I can only imagine how things would have been had I heard it directly. To replay the look on Andrew’s face when he walked through the door and told me what happened is heartbreaking. He is such a good man and never steps his foot out of line. He is possibly the sweetest person I know and to see that hurt, rage and anxiety in his face and know the person who caused him to feel that way sets me on fire. I take a deep breath and move past that feeling, but he didn’t deserve that, I didn’t deserve that, WE didn’t deserve that.


Third, Andrew and I have incredible true friends who will be there for us in our time of need. The amount of support and love we got from the friends who wanted to be a special part of our weekend was overwhelming. I will never forget the feeling of having people come to our aide in such a low moment in time for us. To have friends talk us through all the different emotions we have felt over the last 6 weeks has been a blessing. Every time I begin to get upset again, I know that the people close to my heart will always be there.


Fourth, I acquired an amazing family by marrying a McDowell. Once I heard of what happened, I went to go find my mom to talk to her. When I went to the lobby to find her, my new mother in law immediately saw me and ran to me. She gently pulled me into the corner so I could cry on her shoulder with no one watching. The fact that she knew, with one glance, that something was wrong says more than the word “family.” She calmed me down and talked me through the tears until my mom showed up. I could not ask for anything more than that. To have married into a family that sees me as their own is something that can’t be described in words. I have always known I was a part of the McDowell family, but at that moment, I knew that it wasn’t by marriage that I was a family member, it was by love.


Last, I married an incredible person. To see Andrew stick up for me and fight for me was something that also can’t be easily described with words. Over the last month, we have had more discussion about the incident, but even more, conversations about our own relationship that wouldn’t have happened otherwise. After seeing the way this worked out, we both realize how strong of a relationship we have. I respect Andrew with everything that I am, and he loves me enough to defend me against a good friend that was in the wrong. For those of you that know Andrew, you know that he is not one for confrontation. For him to confront and defend me the way he did was incredible and made me even more confident (if that was possible) in our marriage.


We love and have loved each other for who we are through and through. We have never tried to change the other. Does change happen, of course, it is only natural to change when you are committed to another person, but the question remains is the change for the better? If you can look deep into yourself and know that the changes you have made in your life are the best for you then everything is ok. I know I have changed in my three and a half years with Andrew and so has he. I am a better person now that I am with him and I think he would say the same.


There are a few lessons that have been learned throughout all of this, the first of which is some things are better left unsaid. This all started with a decision to confront Andrew the day after our wedding. It is one thing to be upset and want to say something, it is a completely different thing to make that leap and say it. Sometimes people think they will “feel better” by getting something of their chest or feel the need to correct or accuse someone of “bad” behavior, but I have to ask, does that often work out in the end? There are times in life when it is better to keep something locked up for the sake of someone else’s feelings. That is a lesson I, unfortunately, have learned the hard way and have lost many friends because of. To those people who have been a victim on me speaking before I think, I apologize whole heartedly. What I learned is to stop and take a mere few seconds to put yourself and the others shoes and ask yourself “how would I feel if this was said to me?” If you do make the decision to take that leap and make comments that are hurtful and inappropriate, both in content and timing, then make sure you are prepared for the consequences. A single word can have a massive ripple effect. I can’t help but wonder had nothing been said where we would all be. My initial character judgment on this person would have been proven wrong and I would have had no choice but to give them another chance. We would have one more special person still in our lives. We all would have gone along minding our own business and allowing the other to live a happy life. That’s not what is happening, however. The ripples that have come from the words that were spoken will never stop. They have ruined relationships and weekends and will continue on forever.


The next lesson is that no matter how dark a cloud may be, there will always be a silver lining. It has taken me 6 weeks to come to this conclusion and I can’t tell you how many times I started and stopped this blog because I was ready to admit that some good has come from what happened. As I am writing, I am healing. I will never forget what happened or what was said or what followed after. Every anniversary will be spent with the “next” day looming over it. Writing this blog has allowed me to take something so negative and find the silver lining. It has allowed me to look forward to the day after our anniversary and have more than just our wedding to celebrate. I don’t think thank you would be the appropriate thing to say to the people who made these comments, but without this incident, it would have taken me much longer to be grateful for what I have in my life. I have been forced to look deep into myself, my marriage, my friends, my family and I have come to realize that I have an amazing life.


“Those who matter don’t mind and those who mind don’t matter.”


I am not sure who said this quote, but it makes me think of what people might think about this blog post. This is more for me to heal and accept what has happened and move on. Some people may think it is too much or the “wrong” thing to do, but I just don’t care. The people who know and understand me will know why I wrote this blog and they just won’t care.

Monday, December 19, 2011

What happened to the swing set?

Well, it’s been quite some time sense I last graced my “Confused” blog with a new post, so why not go for one now?!?!


Some of you may or may not know (depending on your daily facebooking habits) that Andrew and I recently bought a home! It is the most exciting and overwhelming event that has taken place in my life and even after only being there a week…I am in love!! Below is a picture of the new love of my life….our home!


I have been looking for houses, well, all the time, but Andrew and I finally decided that it was the right time to start the process on October 26th (this date is important…remember it). I saw a house that looked too good to be true, based on the price, and sure enough it was a piece of $&*^ (and that is an understatement). So on the 26th we met with a realtor and set up some parameters of what we liked, how much we wanted to spend, etc.
Based on the information and stories some of our friends had told us about buying a house we were a little concerned that buying a house was going to create more stress than joy in our lives. So we took a deep breath and just told each other that we were going to start looking and hope that we could find something around the January timeframe.

Once we got an email from our realtor with the listings that met our criteria, we started to look at the houses and made a list of those that we wanted to see. Andrew and I really loved this one house that seemed to be pretty perfect for us….based on the pictures. You really can’t tell what a house looks like from the pictures, but we figured we would give it a shot and go look at it on the following Monday (November 1st). I went to the bank on Friday (October 29th) to get us Pre-Approved so we could have a nice cash offer (FYI cash offers pull a lot of weight if you are in the market).

I noticed that there was an open house for the home we loved so I convinced Andrew just to go and check it out with me so we could see it again, in more detail, with our realtor on Monday. Honestly, we just wanted to get a feel for the house, nothing more.

Well, we walked in, looked at each other and I uttered the words, “Do we really even need to see anything else?” We feel in love! It was exactly what we wanted and had so much potential. Move in ready with great neutral paint. Vaulted ceilings in the living and bed room and all in all, just perfect!

I called our realtor and told her we liked it and would want to draw up an offer on Monday when we met with her. She told us to meet her there at 4 pm that same night, we did, and we bought the house on October 31st. Yes, that is a about 4.5 days of looking, and we bought a house!! When you know, you just know!

Closing was pretty smooth outside of our idiot loan officer who just didn’t seem to know an apple from an orange. I felt like I was signing over my first born child part of the time with everything they need to get a mortgage approved.

When our closing date arrived we were both beyond excited. Everything there went smooth as well. Here is where our story gets a little…….interesting. The previous owners had a swing set in the backyard that we were going to get rid of in the spring. They asked us about it and said they have some people who are interested in it. We gave them Andrew’s number and told them to call or text us about the person interested and we can set up something for them to come and get. Let me repeat…..we told them to CALL or TEXT us.

We started moving things in gradually throughout the week with the big “haul” being on Saturday. I was making a run over there on Thursday evening and this is what I saw in my backyard.


Yes, it looks as if it is being...I don't know....taken apart!!

I immediately begin to panic and text Andrew to see if he knew what was going on. In the back of my mind part of me know that it had to be the previous owners, but here I am in this new house, alone, and my swing set looks to be falling apart.

Andrew and I are both rather pissed off and I am thinking of ways to hide the main components of the swing set (slide, swings, wall) to prevent the people who vandalized by property from having fun on their play set when three men walk into my back yard…..my FENCED IN back yard. Yes, they just walked in.



I reached for the closest thing I could find, a Phillips head screwdriver and ran outside to my back deck. “EXCUSE MEEEEEEEE (with a head bob), CAN I HELP YOU?!?!?” As a side note, apparently strange men in my back yard raises my adrenaline because it wasn’t until I calmed down that I realized a screw driver probably wouldn’t have protected me for too long.

All three men look up at me like they just saw a ghost as one of them reaches for their phone and proclaims, “Ahh, oh, ummmm I am calling Brad (previous owner) right now, he said no one was here.” I simply reply, “Well we are here.”

They finish taking the swing set out, which was not my issue, but we have yet to hear from the previous own letting us know that he told someone to break and enter into OUR house….it’s OUR HOUSE now buddy!!!!!!!!!

Other than that, everything is glorious and I am happy to report that my Puerto Rican attitude finally paid off by scaring the crap out of three men who pranced into my back yard.

Andrew and I are going with tradition and not living together until the wedding, but the deal was whoever moved in the house gets Skeeter. I was a little concerned at first, but they seem to be getting along just fine!! In fact, I fear that in a few more months I won’t be able to separate these two!!




Skeeter and Andrew relaxing on the couch while watching Sunday football.

Skeeter relaxing on his plush cat bed while Andrew plays his video game.

Friday, September 2, 2011

Accent Vlog!

Hello all! My friend, Sara, wanted me to do the accent vlog, so here it goes. I also made my fiance, Andrew do one as well! Enjoy!






Nicole's Accent Vlog


The instructions are to say these words:
Aunt, Route, Wash, Oil, Theater, Iron, Salmon, Caramel, Fire, Water, Sure, Data, Ruin, Crayon, Toilet, New Orleans, Pecan, Both, Again, Probably, Spitting image, Alabama, Lawyer, Coupon, Mayonnaise, Syrup, Pajamas, Caught


And answer these questions:
What is it called when you throw toilet paper on a house?
What is the bug that when you touch it, it curls into a ball?
What is the bubbly carbonated drink called?
What do you call gym shoes?
What do you say to address a group of people?
What do you call the kind of spider that has an oval-shaped body and extremely long legs?
What do you call your grandparents?
What do you call the wheeled contraption in which you carry groceries at the supermarket?
What do you call it when rain falls while the sun is shining?
What is the thing you use to change the TV channel?





Andrew's Accent Vlog

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Spanish Heritage

Some of you may be surprised to find out that I have a Hispanic heritage. My mother was born and raised in San Juan, Puerto Rico until the age of 17, when her family moved to Winter Haven, FL. Looks can be deceiving and having a father of Norwegian background, I didn’t get many Hispanic features! One thing that was never in short supply in my house was delicious Puerto Rican Food. Once of my favorite meals (and rather unhealthy I have to admit), is Mofongo (Mo-phon-go).

The ingredients for this dish are very simple; plantains, broth, garlic, olive oil and pork (my mother used the shredded kind). Plantains are often confused with bananas (picture below). You do NOT want to eat a raw plantain. The taste is, let’s just say, unpleasant. Unfortunately, it is very difficult to find plantains in the Midwest, so I haven’t been able to indulge in this meal unless I am back home in North Carolina.



Plantain
To cook mofongo, you start by deep frying a plantain that has been peeled (just like a banana) and cut into pieces.

Cut plantains
You want to fry the plantains until they get a rich golden brown color in the center and a little crisp on the outside.

Coloring of well cooked Plantains
Once the plantains are taken out of the oil and placed on a paper towel to absorb the extra oil, you place all the ingredients into a molcajete (mole-chi-yet-ay), which is basically a Spanish version of a mortar and pestle that is made out of stone.



Molcajete
One all the ingredients are mashed to perfection; you mound the mixture onto a plate, salt and pepper to taste, and enjoy!

Delicious!
This is a very traditional Puerto Rican recipe and something that brings me back to my Spanish roots. Even after years of study and living with a mother who can speak Spanish, my ability to speak the language is a little shaky. However, being around it all the time, I am very good at understanding what is being said to be, it’s the responding that is difficult!

Friday, August 5, 2011

Whose idea was this anyway?!?!

There are several things that I have seen in my lifetime that makes me ask the question, whose idea was this anyway? For instance, Bull Riding. I want to know what cowboy was sitting around a camp fire one night and “bing,” like a light bulb, he decided to tie a Bull’s balls to one end of the rope, hold the other end of the rope in his hand and see how long he can stay on the Bull’s back. How does that happen? No, I mean really, someone please explain that to me. Then out of nowhere the sport takes off like wild fire and you are considered “brave” for doing it. Now I won’t talk bad about the cowboys that partake in this sport, but there has to be a little bit of crazy in their brain….well, maybe more than a little bit.

With that said I, too, am a victim of a crazy idea that has taken off like wild fire. I have a new addiction that I love and hate at the same time. It’s the best thing in the world, and yet, somehow, it’s the worst thing in the world. I have no idea who thought this would be a good idea, but man oh man, do I love it! What is this strange event that I partake in, you ask? Well, it’s Hot Yoga.

For those of you who have not experienced Hot Yoga, it is essentially Yoga done in a room that is heated, typically to a temperature between 106 and 110 degrees Fahrenheit with about 95% humidity. It’s freaking Hot! I know what you skeptics are thinking, how bad can it be… its just yoga? Ummm, no! This is by far, one of the most difficult workouts I have ever done. Not only are you forced to hold positions that your body just wants to fight, but you are quite literally dripping sweat. I move into my down dog (let me give a minute for those of you whose mind is now in the gutter) and all of the sudden my vision is blurred from the salty sweat that has run from my chin into my eye socket. As I move through to my warrior II there is a steady stream of sweat dripping from my elbow.

Down Dog


Warrior II

For those of you who are still skeptical, let me tell you about the macho man who thought the same thing (and no, I am not referring to Andrew, he did quite well in his first hot yoga experience).

As I was sitting in the hell room, as I will refer to it, I was trying to center myself and adjust to the room to get a better workout. About 10 minute before class a young lad walks in wearing sweat pants, a sweat shirt, and a toboggan (aka stocking cap, hat, etc.). Several of the ladies in the class just looked at him and smirked to themselves because we all knew what was about to happen….homie was about to get schooled by a bunch of ladies.

He had a very cocky attitude and several times made comments to his companion about what a joke this would be and how he couldn’t believe he was there. Ha….. my friend….. Ha!

It didn’t take long for his innocence to be taken by the yoga Gods. Within 10 minutes the hat was off. Five after that, there goes the sweatshirt. His was absolutely drenched by the time we started to crocodile, or chaturanga for the yogis (lower a push up to about 2 inches off the ground and hold), which he was unable to hold for longer than 2 seconds. The ladies of the class kept looking at him as he would fall and sigh because he just couldn’t quite get it. I think he lasted a total of 45 minutes and he left. Yes, he left! Just couldn’t hang in there with the big dogs.

Crocodile/Chaturanga


The best feeling in the world is all of us looking at each other and knowing exactly what the other thought “serves him right for thinking this was easy!” Let this serve as a lesson to all you who think Hot Yoga is for the weak! There is one thing that yoga doesn’t tolerate…..and that is an ego!

Monday, August 1, 2011

Feed the LIZARD!!!!

For all of you blog readers that have met my papa bear aka Terry, you know that the White house is where the party is at. Growing up, there was never a short supply of cook outs, hang outs, parties, and cocktails.

My dad likes to throw parties. In my opinion, this is because he can drink a lot more when all he has to do is go upstairs and go to bed (even that can become a challenge after a good old fashion party at the White house).

For a quick clarification, my last name is White therefore all references to “White” are due to that fact. I made this mistake once in middle school assuming that everyone knew my last name was White and created the “White party” for my Government class. Let’s just say going to a ghetto school…..I got some looks (oh to be innocent and naïve again)! OK, that’s out of the way…moving on…

On a typical weekend growing up, there would be cars lined up all the way down Huntington Run Lane and our neighbors would just walk on over saying, “Well, the Whites are at it again, might as well join them.” My dad makes enough food that even the Royal Wedding wouldn’t be able to finish it. From pulled pork, smoked salmon, beer can chicken, steak, brats…you name it….papa bear is cooking it. But it doesn’t stop at the grilling, nooooo, there is macaroni salad, salsa, dips, desserts, anything and everything you would ever want at a party, we have it.

Recently, Andrew and I went back home for my parents 30th wedding anniversary. They decided to renew their vows and, of course, have a party to celebrate. Being in the construction business, my dad just doesn’t know when to stop adding to our back yard “deck.” It has become a massive piece of art. The picture below doesn’t even show half of the magnitude of this bad boy!!


This has to be some sort of World record...this thing is huge!

For this one such event, my Uncle Phil was in town and when the White brothers get together….there is no telling what the outcome will be.

Upon waking up the morning of the party, Uncle Phil and my dad had something they just HAD to show us. We walked out to the $10,000 “tiki hut” that my dad built around a $500 dollar pool (yes, those numbers are right….cripes) and with much excitement and jubilation, they showed us the “beer chute.”

Here is the "Tiki Hut" in the background....Papa Bear will sit out and smoke his cigar admiring all his work!

Beer Chute is the white pipe on top of the bar on the right.....there is a beer can hanging from it and a Lizard on top.....

Every time someone would finish a beer you would hear yelling from all areas of the party “feed the lizard!!” Feed the lizard they would say, apparently Lizards eat aluminum cans. When a party patron would put a can into the chute it would move its way down the pipe and into the recycle bin.

This is my family, good, bad and ugly….what can I say? Something is never lacking at the White house and that is fun and laughter. Sometimes I wonder why I am just a little bit crazy, but one trip back home brings it all into perspective. How fun can life be if there isn’t a little crazy in there somewhere?

The Whole family after the renewing of the vows!

Friday, July 29, 2011

Chin Down....Lean this way...Now, put your arm around him....

For anyone who has read my blog, it’s no surprise that I will be getting married (in less than 11 months)! To say that I am excited is quite the understatement. I essentially have the entire wedding planned already…..yay for having a Type A personality! Call it whatever you will, anal retentive…I’ll buy that…obsessive compulsive..sure, why not! Regardless, I am having the time of my life planning our wedding and fortunately have an amazing fiancé who simply smiles and nods when I ask him if he likes something.

That, however, took some training.

After visiting my DREAM reception venue I was ready to book and Andrew asks me, “Shouldn’t we look at other places?” EXCUSE ME?? What? I don’t understand, what do you mean other places? There are no other places! Shortly after that “mini” episode he quickly recanted and agreed that it was the best place out there and the perfect choice for us! Good boy, you get a treat now ;)

I received some great advice, from my boss as odd as it may be, about wedding planning. He said “Nicole, you are only as stressed as you want to be. Don’t waste your time worrying, just enjoy it.” Thank you boss!! I have done just that! I think stressing over a wedding mostly comes in the form of caring about everyone but the two most important people, the bride and the groom. I don’t apologize for my next statement, but I really just don’t care about anyone else. There I said it! I don’t care about anyone other than myself and Andrew! We are having the wedding of OUR dreams, no one else’s :) . That said, we are both pretty fortunate to have great parents that believe that very thing, this is about us, not them. So I really couldn’t ask for a better beginning to what will be a wonderful future.

Andrew and I had a great experience with our photographer at Giraffe Photography. The day we were taking out engagement pictures started off with a crazy Midwest spring storm…figures. My hair does not, I repeat…DOES NOT do well in a wet atmosphere. It begins to frizz and curl and before you know it, I have my own personal atmosphere around my head…annoying. Regardless, I was going to cancel and then, as if Jesus himself were looking down on me, the clouds parted and “out came the sun and dried up all the rain."




I raced home to prepare for the pictures! I broke out the liquid eyeliner (yes ladies, I mean business) and began the process of becoming beautiful. As a side note, I love being a girl. It is the most amazing feeling to look in the mirror and borderline scare yourself with a reflection and then BOOM 20 minutes later a Goddess is looking back at you….oh make up…my one true love…besides Andrew that is! Ok, make up done. Now on to my hair!

I have discovered the wonders of the curling wand. It’s a little tricky to get used to, but oh. My. Gosh it is amazing. I recommend it to anyone and everyone because it just gives the most natural looking perfectly placed curls every!

Once my hair was done, it was onto my outfit selection. Naturally, I went with a dark jean that looks great on pretty much everyone! Then for the top…what to do? I want to look cute and modern, but I don’t want to look back at these pictures in 20 years and be like “Cripes, Nicole! What were you thinking?” I went with a basic green (because I love green and look awesome in it! Yes I am that vain) button up shirt and a pale yellow cami underneath. There was however, a secret weapon involved that I will share with everyone loud and clear…SPANX! OK, I am by no means “large”, at least I don’t think I am, but I will admit that my mid section could use some…let’s say “toning.” Well ladies, Spanx will do the trick. I wanted to make sure that I didn’t have a miscellaneous roll hanging out in any picture, so Spanx to the rescue!

I was done in only 75 short minutes. Andrew got ready in 5…..

We headed down to a beautiful area to take pictures and had an interesting 20 minutes of photo taking. I always watched America’s Next Top Model and thought to myself “please, I can do that.” Ummmm, NO! It was extremely awkward and fast paced. “Move your chin to the side.. no the other side. Put your arm around him…don’t squint…look at Andrew….don’t look at Andrew….. turn this way… put your foot under there.” Geeez the whole “look natural but I am posing you” thing was a lot to grasp. Sure enough however, 20 minutes came and went and we left thinking “well those are going to look weird.” While Andrew and I clearly looked amazing that day (just stroking my ego a little) we weren’t quite sure how all the pictures were going to turn out.

Two weeks later, we went to view our pictures. WOW!! A-Freaking-MAZING!! This guy knows what he is going! I pretty much loved every single picture and could not have asked for a better photographer. Everyone who has seen the pictures loves them and I just love everything about them!! I have attached a few for everyone to take a look!