tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69306996987979710812012-01-09T08:22:49.638-08:00rethinking everythingGinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17319951305724993484noreply@blogger.comBlogger3161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930699698797971081.post-90401349693553217022011-09-06T11:09:00.000-07:002011-09-06T11:46:15.972-07:00

I'm so excited for my friend Kiki Hamilton! She is the person who helped me find the courage to join SCBWI and it has been inspiring to follow her progress as she went from her first sale to becoming a published author. In less than two weeks her first book will be released. I am really looking forward to reading it! Congratulations Kiki!

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Noëlby Anne PorterWhen snow is shakenFrom the balsam treesAnd they're cut downAnd brought into our housesWhen clustered sparksOf many-colored fireAppear at nightIn ordinary windowsWe hear and singThe customary carolsThey bring us ragged miraclesAnd hay and candlesAnd flowering weeds of poetryThat are loved all the moreBecause they are so commonBut there are carolsThat carry phrasesOf the haunting

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Spending the weekend helping out at my daughter's band Holiday Bazaar has me planning for Christmas... finally. I know people who are already done shopping and I'm just now starting to think about the holiday.

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I have long believed that the best way to become a good writer is to read voraciously, read deeply, read obsessively, read what is popular, read award winners, read crap, read outside your genre, read other's evaluations of what you are reading... READ! I will be the first to admit that my philosophy is often my downfall because, in the face of some of the amazing literature I am reading, what I

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One ought to recognize that the present political chaos is connected with the decay of language, and that one can probably bring about some improvement by starting at the verbal end. If you simplify your English, you are freed from the worst follies of orthodoxy. You cannot speak any of the necessary dialects, and when you make a stupid remark, its stupidity will be obvious, even to yourself.

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November comes,And November goesWith the last red berriesAnd the first white snows,With night coming earlyAnd dawn coming late,And ice in the bucketAnd frost by the gate.The fires burnAnd the kettles sing,And earth sinks to restUntil next spring.~ Elizabeth CoatsworthI've spent the morning luxuriating in the dim silvery light and soothing sound of a torrential downpour. There may have been

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Your children tell you casually years later what it would have killed you with worry to know at the time. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic's Notebook, 1966Boys. I think most of us started to realize sometime around sixth grade that boys are not like us in ways that go far beyond just the merely physical. If we are lucky we learn how to communicate with them, eventually marry one, and have

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God grant me the serenity to accept the people I cannot change, the courage to change the one I can, and the wisdom to know it's me. ~Author UnknownChange. It seems we are always called upon to change and no one likes it. No one enjoys the realization that it is time to turn away from the things we know; the habits and routines that we don't have to think about because they are ingrained in who

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I am fortunate and blessed to introduce my granddaughter.We welcome her to this imperfect world with joy and a promise.A promise to love her.To cherish her unique perfection.To be a foundation on which she can standas she reaches for her dreams.MillicentAugust 4, 20109lbs 5oz, 22 inchesÉtude Réalisteby Algernon Charles SwinburneA baby's eyes, ere speech begin,Ere lips learn words or sighs,Bless

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The house is so quiet.Rain, the sputtering coffee pot, a snuffling dog.Upstairs, perhaps an occassional snore.I hope they sleep a bit longer.It rained all of June and continues..The cool gray isn't unusualbut, instead of calling for naked sun dances or raging against the insidious drip,I am like the dregs of an iced coffeediluted

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I woke this morning with the song "On The Willows" from Godspell drifting through my head. Even though I haven't been to church for years Sunday morning pulls at me. While race cars go round and round the track on tv I am sitting on the couch reading poetry and looking for something... After Psalm 137by Anne PorterWe're still in Babylon butWe do not weepWhy should we weep?We have forgottenHow

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Natalie Dee

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Ah Spring! Everything is growing, I've got tons of energy, and I'm sick to death of cooking. The good news is that in just one month our CSA deliveries will start and I can start planning menus around the fresh vegetables in my box. I really love the challenge of opening the box and figuring out how I'm going to use everything. It's like an episode of Chopped in my own kitchen.. except I'm not a

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For the last week we have been working on transforming our front yard. Where we once had a messy, poorly planned (by the builder, not me!), and attention demanding flower bed I decided I want grass and a strictly disciplined rose garden. Usually I'm the last person calling for more discipline but this is a rare case. You see, I'm tired of weeding in the front yard where my neighbors can see the

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http://www.marriedtothesea.com/ Instead of flowers for Mother's Day I got two lovely maple trees! Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy! I hope you all had a wonderful day.

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www.marriedtothesea.comSeven picture books in seven days. It's an impossible challenge. On the surface it seems easy but it's a lot like spending the week with a four year old who never stops asking questions. On the first day it's fun and you feel special because you know things.. but by the end of the week you really just want some peace and quiet and a whole lot of vodka.I finished the

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Day Six?! I can't believe I'm almost done with this week. One week ago I was griping that I had no inspiration, no motivation, that I didn't know what to do and motivation jumped up and bit me!Today I wrote an outline for a story but didn't actually write the story because the outline was over 3000 words. Obviously I need to rethink this story but I really like it.Tomorrow is the last day and

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Brain DrainBrain Drain is the working title for book number five and honestly the title is probably the most creative thing in it. I am so terribly tired... who knew that writing simple little picture books could be so exhausting? Truthfully, I had a suspicion that it would be a lot harder than it looks from the outside but I decided to do this, and I'm sticking with it, even though I feel as

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To my favorite seventeen year old birthday boy!Even though you have grown up (and your hair has grown out!)I still catch glimpses of the little boy you used to be. You still have the same smile, the same sneaky sense of humor, that makes me laugh, not just at the joke but with amazement at your brilliant wit. Sometimes I miss that little boy, because he was so cuddly and sweet, but I am very

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MUST KEEP WRITING...Today was tough. I just had too much to do and didn't manage to finish my fourth book. However, I have the idea outline and the book half written. Tomorrow I will finish it and move on to the next one. Today's book is about seeing beauty in the routine of every day. Children are so good at this! The story is inspired by(but not about) an experiment that The Washington Post

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I feel different. Is different okay? Either I'm doing something right or I'm doing something very wrong! This morning I got the kids off to school, ate some heavenly strawberry and honey Greek yogurt, poured myself a cup of coffee and then wrote thirty lines of rhyme for my NaPiBoWriWee day three picture book in thirty minutes. The book came together so fast that I just now realized that my

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I didn't think I was going to manage to get a second book written today but at 10:30pm, sitting in bed with my laptop, with Bob snoring slightly and the dogs making themselves way too comfortable, I managed to write a truly pathetic picture book about making blueberry muffins. I don't care how bad it is because it's just a shitty first draft and it doesn't have to be any good. Two down, five to

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I am excited and invigorated and even a little proud to report that on the first day of NaPiBoWriWee I have a teeny tiny, slightly slimy, and very rough, draft of a picture book written! Now I need to get dressed, take Delaney out for lunch as promised, get her glasses repaired, buy hair dye for Taylor, come home, dye Taylor's hair, watch hockey, figure out dinner, cook, do some laundry, work on

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"A pessimist sees the difficulty in every opportunity;an optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty."Winston ChurchillWhat do you want from lifeAn Indian guruto show you the inner lightThe Tubes**************I find it comical, really. Every single time I complain about my inability to motivate myself, or my lack of progress toward my non-existant goals, or whatever "poor me" crap I'm

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People often say that motivation doesn't last. Well, neither does bathing-- that's why we recommend it daily."- Zig Ziglar*********************I've spent a lot of time lately thinking about motivation, primarily because thinking about it helps me to avoid actually doing anything about it. I've never been very good at motivating myself. Motivation most often comes from external forces in my life.

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... lived in my master bathroom because he simply could not adjust to the move to Washington. He was fourteen, incontinent, anxious, and yowled loudly all day and night. When he was out of the bathroom he yowled to get back in, when he was in the bathroom he yowled for company, when we stood in the bathroom and visited with him he would lie in his heated cat bed and yowl anyway. A few days

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On a recent visit to the Tacoma Museum of Glass we saw rainbows over the outside exhibits.Gorgeous glass flowers And some awesome architecture. I wish I had remembered my camera! Sometimes a cell phone just isn't good enough...

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Tears are the biggest change in me since I lost my uterus. Despite the fact that I still have my ovaries and therefore have no viable excuse for the waterworks, the floodgates are open and I have cried more in the last month than I have in the last ten years. Perhaps the tears come because I am pain free and can finally relax, release my grip on the safety bar that has kept me from jumping out

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www.marriedtothesea.com2010 is a bit of a fog for me so far. Getting old isn't much fun and my girly parts have decided to rebel against the idea. Despite all efforts to convince them that we can age gracefully together they refuse to cooperate. So, after months of trying to quell the rebellion, it has been decided that the damned malcontents are just going to have to go. I've written and

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This is an amazing little short film. Definitely worth two minutes of your time!

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Today is the beginning of the One World, One Heart give-away. This year I will be posting contest information on my art blog Taffeta Moon. I hope you drop by and enter to win! Taffeta Moon

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There is nothing more wonderful than opening a gift on Christmas morning and realizing that your husband really does know you very well... and that he loves you and your craziness too. For Christmas and my birthday (which falls in the same week) Bob gave me a very special gift. On the surface it was a little odd.. a cardboard box filled with tissue paper and bits of glass and metal but hidden at

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This is week two of semi-single parenthood for me. January always seems to be a busy travel month for Bob and I'm not going to complain about it because I know how lucky he is to have a job to travel for. However, it is a little bit difficult for me to get excited about cooking when he is gone. The kids just don't appreciate my culinary expertise as much as he does. So, faced with a run of days

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Like Shark week with fewer fins!Winter seems to have returned to the Pacific Northwest with a vengeance. Unfortunately it's not the pretty white version but the evil gray, sloppy, drippy version of winter. So, since the weather is awful, and my husband is escaping to nicer climates for the week (uh huh.. he says he has to work.. right), and our January budget could definitely use some help, I've

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By some strange coincidence I find myself reading Martha Stewart's Housekeeping Handbook, the ultimate instruction manual for creating order, while also reading two works of fiction about the fall of modern civilization. The combination has left me with an irresistible urge to build a chicken coop and convert my flower beds to vegetable gardens!Into the Forest tells the story of two teen aged

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I don't make resolutions because they just make me feel guilty when I break them. I don't make commitments because I'm afraid of disappointing people if I don't live up to them. I don't make plans because plans just make God laugh at me.But I do choose words and I try to choose them carefully. The word I chose for 2008 was "No". It was a bit negative but it needed to be said. The word I chose for

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This is the first Monday I am 45 years old...It's the first Monday of the month, of the year, of the decade...It seems like I should do something momentous to mark this moment in time.

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On November 29th four Lakewood Washington Police Officers were shot to death while they sat in a coffee shop before their morning shift started. Their deaths were senseless, violent, tragic. In just minutes four veteran officers were gone, four families were devastated, and nine children lost parents. One of those officers was my neighbor. I did not know Officer Tina Griswold, although I knew

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Not my most successful NaBloPoMo year. Here's hoping for a better blogging December.

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At dawn the other morning, while I was trying to pretend that I didn't have to get up, even though my alarm had gone off and NPR was talking to me in an overly aggressive manner (for 5:30 anyway), an interview with Nora Jones caught my attention and finally woke me up. Ever since I have been singing this song. It's catchy. How do you chose between a vegan and a pothead anyway?

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It's a little early for me to be talking about Christmas trees but today I received an email from Balsam Hill Christmas Tree Co. inviting me to post a link to their Christmas Tree give-away. Now a give-away is cool and, who knows, you all might want a nice artificial tree. Plus... I really need something to write about so.. what the heck. Christmas Trees it is!When I was a little girl my family

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Forgive me friends for I have failed. It's been five days since my last blog post despite my commitment to blog daily. What can I say? It was a crappy week. Hopefully the coming week will be better. Unfortunately our Thanksgiving guests have had to cancel so it will be quieter around here than I had hoped. Also unfortunately, we may have to spend the weekend helping Ian move... back into

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But I haven't figured out how to write anonymously on my own blog.Where did that mask go?nataliedee.com

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Well.. I missed posting Friday and Saturday because I was busy being busy. Friday I was setting up for the bazaar and Saturday I was there all day. Sales were a little slow but at I did earn what the booth cost me. However, it was a fund raiser for the high school band so the money is money I probably would have spent anyway. I definitely can't see myself becoming the type of person who spends

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Jason at The Jason Show left this comment on yesterday's shoe post."Women have so much more license when it comes to fun shoes.Guys shoes are all...just...boring...."Now I love a challenge. I especially love a shoe challenge. So I had to go looking for guy shoes that aren't boring and I found some. But before we get to those shoes I have to mention that the shoes from yesterday's post are also

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I have a long history of choosing shoes that cause my friends and relatives to question my sanity. I can't explain why.. I'm just drawn to shoes that other people think are ugly.Wanna help me pick my next pair?I forgot to add... these wonderful shoes and more like them are hand painted and available at The Swanx.

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If you mix a bit of this...with this...You get an embarrasingly weepy mom. I love this movie (and the vodka too.)

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Oops.. I forgot to post yesterday and almost forgot again today because I've been parked at the table for days now. My dogs are traumatized, my computer is feeling neglected but I've just got so much to do. I have four days left to finish making jewelry for my first bazaar. Today I finished three necklaces and twenty pair of earrings and my fingers are starting to feel like arthritic claws.

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by Shel SilversteinI opened my eyesAnd looked up at the rain,And it dripped in my headAnd flowed into my brain,And all that I hear as I lie in my bedIs the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.I step very softly,I walk very slow,I can't do a handstand--I might overflow,So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.

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My friend Leeann at Is is Morning Already? Is giving away two sets of these really cool Skoy cloths. Check out her blog for more information!

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Remember a couple of weeks ago when I was complaining about the movie "Where the Wild Things Are"? My biggest complaint about it was that it took a simple story about a normal boy and turned it into a complex story about a bunch of dysfunctional characters. The story I love, the picture book story, seemed to be a creative prompt for a much darker movie, almost as if the movie had been based on a

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My apple tree is blooming. It's confused, poor thing. There has to be a metaphor lost somewhere in this inane observation.. and yet there isn't. Have I been watching too much news? Spending too much time playing Farmville on Facebook? I don't know... for some reason I don't seem to be speaking to myself lately and the sight of apple blossoms in November fills me with.. nothing. I guess the apple

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Is anyone else a bit annoyed that the girl who redefined eyebrows when we were teenagers....Is now telling us that our eyelashes aren't good enough?Just asking...

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When I was eleven I realized why I was such a lousy kickball player. Not because I was lacking sufficient foot/eye coordination, or because I hated running. (So why in the world would I want to actually kick the ball?) No, the real reason I was always the last person picked for the kickball (other than the fact that my nickname was "wart woman") was because I couldn't see well. My vision wasn't

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It's been months since I felt like writing anything at all. I don't know why. Maybe I need a challenge? So for the third year in a row I am going to participate in Nablopomo and post every day for a month and hope that I can jump start my creative engine.

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Okay, I'll admit it right up front... I don't think picture books should be made into movies. There isn't enough substance to fill a 90 minute film and something always has to be made up to fill space. However, making stuff up to fill in the gaps in literature is one of the main tasks of the reader. It's the mental activity that makes reading a more cerebral activity than watching TV, because

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Yesterday marked the one year anniversary of Bob's accident and, while we didn't actually celebrate it, I do feel as though we have good reason to acknowledge the passing of time. Bob is doing well. He found out Friday that he probably won't need to have surgery on his knee. A year ago we honestly didn't have any idea how extensive his injuries were or how long it would take him to heal but it's

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Where did Monday go? I know it was just here. Maybe it's hiding behind that huge stack of paperwork that the schools NEED me to fill out again this year even though it's the same stack I filled out last year, and the year before, and the year before.. and nothing has changed? Oh well. Anyway... I guess I've lost Monday so today will have to be Menu Plan Tuesday. It doesn't matter much though

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Another Monday morning and I'm struggling to commit to a menu for the week. I'm torn between my need to use up all of the vegetables in my refrigerator and our unbelievably busy schedule this week. This is the first full week back to school and we have two band meetings (elementary and high school), two gymnastics lessons, tennis team every day, two (I think) tennis matches, and Pep band at the

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Today was my last first day.For sixteen years I have enjoyed the excitement of the first day of elementary school. I love watching it all.. from confident sixth graders strutting on to the playground, reveling in the role of the oldest kids in school, to the timid first graders who light up when they see friends from last year. It's great to see the familiar faces in the crowd and the mothers of

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For the last few months my doctor and I have been on a quest for the ideal way to control my blood pressure. This is not as easy as it sounds because apparently my body is a bit weird (like I didn't already know that?) and can be counted on to react negatively to most drugs. If the possible side effects of a drug are something like rash, dizziness, and night sweats, I am sure to develop all of

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School starts Wednesday and I think we are just about ready. Bob will be out of town so this week will be mostly vegetarian and fairly easy. Tonight, however, we are celebrating the end of summer with a mexican fiesta.Here's the list of goodies that were in our CSA share on Thursday.1. 5# Asian pears1# slicing tomatoes1 pin Sungold cherry tomatoes1# Roma beans1. 5# red potatoes1# summer squash1

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Oh no! Monday is over and I'm already behind! The laundry is piled up, the dishwasher is full, the refrigerator needs to be cleaned out... and I don't want to do any of it. My menu really fell apart at the end of last week. Friday I took the girls out to a movie and stopped at the store on the way home for a junk food feast instead of cooking pizza. Saturday we were busy all day and ended up just

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At 5am my son woke me up asking me to drive him to work because his ride didn't show up. I hate 5am but I got up, got dressed, got on the freeway, and got him to work on time. Then I came home and couldn't go back to sleep so I gave up and just got busy. Ok, maybe I didn't do six impossible things but I did discover that getting up extra early definitely improves my productivity. I had onions

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I have refrained from commenting on the healthcare debate this summer because most of you know my position on the subject anyway. Some of you agree while others disagree, which is perfectly fine, but, on this issue, I have found myself unable to simply ignore those who disagree with me. I want to argue with them, and arguing isn't something I do well. Additionally, arguing with people who

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Summer is almost over and my house is starting to buzz with the excitement and anxiety of a new school year. I love this feeling of anticipation, of a fresh start coming up, it makes me want to start over too. So it's time to get myself organized... again!This summer we joined a CSA (that's community supported agriculture) and have really enjoyed getting a weekly box of vegetables from a local

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Life is good.

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Friday morning we picked blueberries. She set out across the field to find the best berries, alone, but soon scurried back to me because wild animals were making noise in the brush beyond the fence. She told me knock knock jokes, stories of being a child, dreams of being grown, and we picked buckets full of berries.Perfectly Ten she balances between sweet childhood and tart teen and I wish I

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Once upon a time there was a boy named Zane.When Zane was eight he loved puzzles, mazes, taking things apart, and the food channel. He had a wicked sense of humor and a hilariously accurate Swedish accent. He was patient. He was kind to his younger sisters and cousins. He was a happy, quiet kid who was well liked by his teachers and helpful in the classroom. There was just one problem... Zane's

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Today my first baby turned 20.From the day he was born Ian was determined and self willed. He was three weeks late when they finally decided to do something about getting him out. There I was, lying in a hospital bed, upset that I was disappointing my natural childbirth instructor, while they pasted sensors on my belly and prepped me for induction, but before the nurse could even get the IV

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BeforeAfter... ...six weeks of planning, rototilling, digging, and planting.Two apple trees, one cherry tree, two blueberry bushes, one Japanese Maple, one quaking aspen, assorted flower plants, and SIXTY bags of cedar bark mulch... I have learned that a garden is like a child. You never feel like you've done enough but when you aren't looking things start to bloom.

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A father... knows exactly what those boys at the mall have in their depraved little minds because he once owned such a depraved little mind himself. In fact, if he thinks enough about the plans that he used to have for young girls, the father not only will support his wife in keeping their daughter home but he might even run over to the mall and have a few of those boys arrested. ~Bill Cosby On

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No, I haven't fallen off of the earth... although I've been very close to the edge lately. So much has happened in the last few months, so many things I could have blogged about, and yet every time I sit down to write I have no words. I have always been a dysfunctional journalist... most girls who keep journals write down their deepest secrets, fondest hopes, and greatest emotional moments... My

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Oh April! The month of warm gentle rains and light winds fragrant with daffodils and cherry blossoms... I am the consumate April Fool. The reward for my wishful thinking? Today we have high winds, freezing rain, and snow showers. Happy Spring!

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How do I explain why I've only written three posts in the last two months? I don't. Instead I give you a list of a bunch of junk that I didn't write about while I wasn't writing. Do with it what you wish. Just don't throw things at me. I'm delicate. Like a flower... a weedy little flower that just keeps coming back no matter how many times the lawn mower runs it over. Yeah, something like that..

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I've been having a tough time coming up with things to blog about lately so I've borrowed this Meme from Leeann @ Is It Morning Already? ♥ How long have you been together? 24 years, married for 21.♥ How long did you know each other before you started dating? A few weeks.♥ Who asked who out? Bob asked me out.♥ How old are each of you? 44♥ Whose siblings do/ did you see the most? When we lived in

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A few weeks ago Kelly, of Don Mills Diva, was featured in an article at the London Times On-line. She wasn't interviewed for the article. The authors actually "borrowed" her interview from a Canadian paper and directly from a few posts on her blog and tied them together to make it look as if they had interviewed her. It's an infuriating story, and one that Kelly tells much better than I would, so

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I promise this will not be a long, drawn out, frighteningly TMI post about universal healthcare. I know in the past I have ranted hysterically but I won't do that today. I won't do that because I have fantastic insurance now. I love my insurance so much I would marry it if I wasn't already married to Bob. However, I am married to Bob and some of you may remember that I almost lost him in

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And the Winners are... (order assigned by RNG)For the Green set:Jamaise @ Wishing PennyFor the Blue:Marie at My Little WorldAnd for the one that I haven't made yet...Coralie at The Charms of Ordinary DaysCongratulations!Thank you to everyone who entered. This has been a fun couple of weeks and it's been so nice "meeting" everyone and seeing all of your work. Vallen at Queenly Things was the

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It's a little foggy in Washington lately.Every morning.Every evening.All week long.Is it any wonder my brain is getting mushy?

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On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord. On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics. We remain a young nation, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things.President

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Have you ever looked at your blog and felt like it just doesn't represent you well? That's how I'm feeling right now. I've played with different designs for two days now and I just don't like any of them. I'm not sure what I'll try next. However, in the depths of my ennui a ray of light brightened my day.Bellezza, the most charming hostess of Dolce Bellezza, has honored me with the Premio Dardos

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Goal setting, menu planning, house cleaning, I'm just a January Housewife Stereotype. It feels good though. The Christmas stuff has been boxed up and moved to the garage. I am drawing up a garage organization plan and will begin to implement it this week. Then I will move on to another room. This is what I was just starting on when Bob had his accident in September. I have been in a holding

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This year one of our favorite Christmas presents is a quesadilla maker. It is magic! Leftovers become suddenly more desirable when covered with cheese and pressed between two tortillas in it's special heating chamber. Seriously, I haven't seen a kitchen appliance get this much action since the Magic Bullet came to live on my counter. Last night we really put the little thing to the test.

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Why is it that setting goals always feels to me like self-limitation? I guess it doesn't make much sense but deep down I feel that if I say "I'm going to do thus and such at this specific time" something else will present itself and I will be forced to let one go in order to accomplish the other. So I keep my options open. But there's a problem with open options. If nothing occurs to fill the

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Yesterday was Epiphany, the twelvth day of Christmas, and I ceremoniously kicked the Christmas tree to the curb. Actually I tossed it in the backyard with the intention of dragging it to the curb tomorrow morning before the garbage truck arrives. However, today, the first official post-Christmas day, it has been raining so hard that my back yard is now a couple of inches underwater and I'm not

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I have been planning on writing a post-Christmas update but every time I sit down to type it out I fall asleep. Is it carbon monoxide from the constantly running heater? Post holiday narcolepsy? Too much rum? Nah.. just Gina being a lazy ass. Anyway, I'm going to take the easy way out and simply answer a few questions and comments and call it a post.Jason at The Jason Show asks: So what happened?

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I know that in many parts of the country it isn't astounding to look out the front door and see a foot of snow. I spent five years in South Dakota, where a few feet of snow was considered a mild storm, and remember months and months of snow on the ground. I'm not a snow wimp. However, this is Washington and it rarely snows here. People don't know how to drive in snow, cities don't have enough

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On December first I made a commitment to enjoy this Christmas season. To focus on the positive and pay attention to the beauty around me during this month. To remember that Christmas isn't about gifts or expectations but about loving. However, sometimes the world makes it very hard to stay positive and the last few days have been a little harder than most.When Bob's company announced upcoming

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Noëlby Anne PorterWhen snow is shakenFrom the balsam treesAnd they're cut downAnd brought into our housesWhen clustered sparksOf many-colored fireAppear at nightIn ordinary windowsWe hear and singThe customary carolsThey bring us ragged miraclesAnd hay and candlesAnd flowering weeds of poetryThat are loved all the moreBecause they are so commonBut there are carolsThat carry phrasesOf the haunting

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When Zane was in fifth grade we had been homeschooling, with some help from the public school district, for a few years. It was an arrangement that my more experienced homeschooling and unschooling friends found too restrictive but I really needed the structure and reassurance. I chose the curriculum and the district supplied the textbooks, some enrichment classes, and teacher support. All

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Today was Christmas Tree Day. In a normal year it would take most of the day to stalk a wild tree, take it down, and drag it home. However, this year we needed to get done fast so we chose a nice, docile, precut tree. A friendly boy scout wrapped it up tightly...and when we got home we discovered that even a domesticated tree needs a little wrangling to get it ready for Christmas. Eventually it

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Friday was a teacher "in-service" day for our district and we had such a busy and fun day at home. Taylor has been bugging me to color her hair again so Friday morning we both picked out new colors and had some fun sprucing ourselves up. Taylor really wanted to get rid of her natural red highlights (why? I don't know.. because she's 13 and beautiful but doesn't know it?) so we picked a color with

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my true love showed to me...Four titanium screws, Three more weeks in the neck brace, Two healing vertebrae, and a tricep ready for physical therapy.... lalalala...

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In the box today we had fun foam Santa craft kits to do but poor Santa is just going to have to wait for another day because everyone was too busy to sit down and work on a craft. I should have just put candy in the box today but I didn't have any and I didn't want to go to the store. Laziness thy name is Gina...

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Two months ago Bob was run off the road by another driver. The car rolled, my man got broken, the other driver didn't stop, months of medical fun ensued... but you know all of that. What you don't know is that, a week after the accident, a letter arrived from the State Patrol and in that letter was a ticket. A ticket for "speed unsafe for conditions". Not speeding, he was travelling at the speed

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Many years ago my Sister in Law, Anne (Hi Anne!) gave us an Advent cabinet with a drawer for each day of the month leading up to Christmas. I love the cabinet but every year I forget to put it out until the kids remind me. So imagine how surprised they were when they came home from school today and not only was it out but it even had a project in the first drawer.The project for tonight was

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Thank you all for a month of magic.

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Today, while all of you were out fighting the hordes for the last digital picture frame ornament at $9.99, I stayed home. I didn't do anything exciting. I spent three hours cleaning bathrooms. Yep, three hours! I cleaned every single inch. Tonight I think I have the cleanest bathrooms on the planet. I'm sure by tomorrow they will be filthy again.Then I decided to get creative and quickly

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