Skip to main content

My "crush" revealed (and the giveaway winner too!)

First, let me say, that I had lots of fun with that post.  I was going to give some clues, but I knew that would make it way too easy.  And I loved reading the guesses!  I was surprised by some; I had no idea that Ryan Gosling and Chris O'Donnell were Catholic!?!?  Mel Gibson . . . um . . . a little crazy for my tastes.  Eduardo Verastegui?  He is Catholic and he is handsome, but I do not know enough else about him personally to have a "crush" on him.

So, my crush:

- Is usually the "good guy" in the movies he is in.  Seriously, if you have seen many of his movies, he plays quality characters with a great deal of depth.

- Once he played the best "guy" to walk this earth.

- He has four brothers and sisters

- He grew up in the state of Washington

- He is married.  And, when researching more about him for this post, I found out one more thing that makes me like him even more . . . . he and his wife adopted a boy and girl from China!!

He is . . .

Jim Caviezel

Thanks for playing along!!

Now for the reveal of the giveaway items . . .

1. Dark Chocolate from Aldi!

2. A $5 gift card to Dunkin Donuts

3. And a Brown Chunky African Bead necklace from Visiting Orphans!

And since you were all such good sports and made this soooooo much fun, I decided to keep all the entries in for the giveaway.  And the winner of the items above is (from . . .

Congrats!! Look for an email from me soon!
And thanks everyone for playing along!


  1. YES!!!!!!!! WHOOO-HOOO!!!!! I'M SO EXCITED!!!!

  2. He certainly is handsome and I can totally see why you'd have a little crush on him. :)

    Congrats to Maurisa and thanks for the giveaway Katie!

  3. OMG! I love that show and I didn't even realize it was Jim Caviezel!!I feel like a bad catholic. lol. Thanks for educating me!


Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Gift (Our NFP story) Part 2

(You can read  Part 1 here

     So, by the time Andrew was 18 months old, we knew God was saying no to having more children at the time.  And, as mentioned before, He provided so much peace about it, that we knew we had discerned correctly.  Yet, even with that peace, I had to mourn the fact the we might not ever have any more children.  Yes, we were still open to life, of course, but from the time after Andrew’s birth, until today, we practiced NFP faithfully to avoid pregnancy.  And it took time to accept that we might not have any more children.  There were times when I would hold a friend’s new born baby and then go home and cry because I knew I might not ever know the joy of holding my own baby again.  We live in a community where life is celebrated and families are large.  Usually more than one friend is pregnant at a time.  In those early days, each pregnancy announcement was met with great joy for the friend, but often left me with an empty feeling.  I understood, in many way…

The Gift (Our NFP story) Part I

(I started writing this post months ago, but have not had time to refine it and finish it.  I have felt the need to hit "publish" lately though.  Maybe it is because Hope is too quickly approaching 12 months old and my desire to share it's sentiments would be lost soon. Or maybe it is because this week is the March for Life and the sacredness of life is before me in a precious little girl and I want to remember that, in words, here.  But whatever the reason, here is our story of seeking God's will and and being open to life.)

Shortlyafter we announced that we wereexpectingbaby Hope, I felt that I needed to share ourNFPstory.  Partially, it was because we had so many people say thingslike, "What a miracle!" or share stories of how people they knew were infertile, adopted and then had a baby of their own, thatI feltthat many people probably got the wrong idea about why we had three boys, waited a while and adopted and then found out we were expecting a baby wh…

Two Years Ago . . .

Two years ago today, I was on the other side of the world.  I woke up too early.  Too excited and anxious to sleep.  My husband and I lay in bed, chatting about the day ahead of us.  After years of hoping and praying, the day that felt like it would only ever be in my dreams, was finally here.  It was really real.  And when a dream comes true, and you are in awe of God changing hearts and moving mountains to bring you to a moment, there is little more to do than to pray and praise.  And so, we moved our conversation from our hotel room to the Catholic Church across the street.  Yes, in a land where so few have ANY belief system, God saw it fitting to place us in a hotel that just happened to be across from a Catholic Church.  And so we knelt in the back, as the faithful in the front, finished what must have been the rosary, and prayed.  We prayed our own silent prayers as our ears were filled with the melodious sound of a rhythmic prayer in Mandarin.

As we crossed the street to head b…