tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63477182877819732662024-02-19T03:34:08.693-05:00Time Stands StillTraceehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013116996506667351noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347718287781973266.post-62506804177503824232011-10-27T13:20:00.002-04:002011-10-27T13:24:57.887-04:00i don't mind<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5S6yKifboNZ-zfg_F4WtynG8-2fEBm-puu7LPj2HI5s41gLrf9UIfBT27ZjYzvcSt5MSr3xE5wyP_-sRJ62H_kRyliNdgpcEsQIwcN98KlxtXydkrvVJ98W79FfNNfM8aOgDcYDNJNY32/s1600/Trip+to+Canada+2011+027.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668223494055373058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5S6yKifboNZ-zfg_F4WtynG8-2fEBm-puu7LPj2HI5s41gLrf9UIfBT27ZjYzvcSt5MSr3xE5wyP_-sRJ62H_kRyliNdgpcEsQIwcN98KlxtXydkrvVJ98W79FfNNfM8aOgDcYDNJNY32/s320/Trip+to+Canada+2011+027.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><p>* this has nothing to do with anything. except that i took it on an 80 degree day this month, and now its snowing. *</p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p>I'll tell you a secret. I really don't mind vacuuming, or sweeping, or even doing the laundry. Really. ( Don't tell my kids.) But I do mind <em>having</em> to do it because no one else will. </p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p>Traceehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013116996506667351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347718287781973266.post-9492302562912199732011-08-16T15:16:00.002-04:002011-08-16T15:25:27.211-04:00The Sun<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhymAhXdKzIqZl7PUujKmQrjbzHf7m1d6NlSCJ2ixNirw8nEZ0KWlTcBua8wS95rrNF1AVZDHfgbhAg7_Zb8MUf1RROAZwB7juz9kZMPSPoyjAApaRFoND2ixV2CHDskUPRtkjT_mb3hCv8/s1600/Arrows+visit+009.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641535502663778386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhymAhXdKzIqZl7PUujKmQrjbzHf7m1d6NlSCJ2ixNirw8nEZ0KWlTcBua8wS95rrNF1AVZDHfgbhAg7_Zb8MUf1RROAZwB7juz9kZMPSPoyjAApaRFoND2ixV2CHDskUPRtkjT_mb3hCv8/s320/Arrows+visit+009.JPG" /></a>
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<br />Traceehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013116996506667351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347718287781973266.post-39267291880310142812011-07-28T07:24:00.002-04:002011-07-28T07:30:20.939-04:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYPtwSdU_C3njm5aAqPBpBbPdlzE-iVYfnLsKYSfIDa-sPhjvMgcwW9lfb6pi2KUSUeTmU0yVGTPZoGNlqJAl_UMECqnYYlSR6uGEgt5f0n0zoz334S-myHNtCDQ4meHR-Aq0raiP4ecw7/s1600/Florida+family+reunion+2011+031.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634363450719482130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYPtwSdU_C3njm5aAqPBpBbPdlzE-iVYfnLsKYSfIDa-sPhjvMgcwW9lfb6pi2KUSUeTmU0yVGTPZoGNlqJAl_UMECqnYYlSR6uGEgt5f0n0zoz334S-myHNtCDQ4meHR-Aq0raiP4ecw7/s320/Florida+family+reunion+2011+031.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghrjjDFUJsQxBYaD28faP0f1daiMFCsdDWDbpWvsIxOd-5x2v-eWJ2fDGa_EfKFNjJUHtC4ypTUf8kFyTXWUPTH9SPe8qQnPiT8ImUE7JB5glMIDzE-CFF5mR7Fk92DM_IdKyZ2iuYToCj/s1600/Florida+family+reunion+2011+301.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634363444560775922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghrjjDFUJsQxBYaD28faP0f1daiMFCsdDWDbpWvsIxOd-5x2v-eWJ2fDGa_EfKFNjJUHtC4ypTUf8kFyTXWUPTH9SPe8qQnPiT8ImUE7JB5glMIDzE-CFF5mR7Fk92DM_IdKyZ2iuYToCj/s320/Florida+family+reunion+2011+301.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkqPx4PXbLYbYpTby_iOu8BbWGzKQKhLYDmTfHKenWpNAW353InRzUJ3rgk6IceQTNHyl1XvOlQu8DhsCe55CE7cliDheZzgCH2wwnRAMY57zRBny5tuPtf2tUJoF7jAnBwgh1k1ttR3rC/s1600/Florida+family+reunion+2011+076.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634363442928991618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkqPx4PXbLYbYpTby_iOu8BbWGzKQKhLYDmTfHKenWpNAW353InRzUJ3rgk6IceQTNHyl1XvOlQu8DhsCe55CE7cliDheZzgCH2wwnRAMY57zRBny5tuPtf2tUJoF7jAnBwgh1k1ttR3rC/s320/Florida+family+reunion+2011+076.JPG" /></a><br />In June we went to Florida for a week. Wonderful. Today, some gardening, homework, and a trip to the dentist. I think this is the slowest day I've had since coming home. I could do with a few more, I think.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Traceehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013116996506667351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347718287781973266.post-58772874252663407182011-06-09T08:07:00.003-04:002011-06-09T08:16:54.710-04:0016....This morning I remembered what it felt like to be 9+ months pregnant. The heavy, heavy belly. The way I had to walk, with my poor feet so swollen I couldn't bend my ankles or toes. The funny thing is, its been 16 years since I was like that. How can he be that old already? I was so young, only 21. Of course now, I think of things I would have done differently. That's always the way. It was still good though. Sometimes I can remember being 16 myself like it was only a couple years ago. So many things I would have told my 16 year old self, but I wouldn't have listened. Sometimes I don't feel qualified to be the parent of teenagers. My teens were so different than theirs are, their father's teen years too. But we seem to be doing a pretty good job so far, I hope.Traceehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013116996506667351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347718287781973266.post-14694459770300826652011-05-08T08:46:00.002-04:002011-05-08T08:50:26.602-04:00happy mother's day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigrggI60oibflJ3qo5Y5xLIXNGYAPC2XTNY5LlhbVhFkb1BFK_ACE3Z6fBHU5GwpCUc65IznRflVbNtziJgeo7qeHqqxcdVRpdgoDQ4AVtyadwn4BiPs7Sbf8nmrSJKGAUA24CDyT7SNT-/s1600/Mom%2527s+visit+10-10+080.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604326462795523346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigrggI60oibflJ3qo5Y5xLIXNGYAPC2XTNY5LlhbVhFkb1BFK_ACE3Z6fBHU5GwpCUc65IznRflVbNtziJgeo7qeHqqxcdVRpdgoDQ4AVtyadwn4BiPs7Sbf8nmrSJKGAUA24CDyT7SNT-/s320/Mom%2527s+visit+10-10+080.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJw9x3Bhjf6-SfuaakSRfgvkO8w9uAzntNt7UNfE5NxA-LzZoI2gZiCCLCF1WiDLacDd4ewA-2N68Sw7wdspPs-WZ37GiL9sRqYwbIeqtgUcALFz_xLfoIcO7MTXanli0EdOngIHrsxlwE/s1600/Gramma%2527s+House+August+2010+019.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604326459743890834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJw9x3Bhjf6-SfuaakSRfgvkO8w9uAzntNt7UNfE5NxA-LzZoI2gZiCCLCF1WiDLacDd4ewA-2N68Sw7wdspPs-WZ37GiL9sRqYwbIeqtgUcALFz_xLfoIcO7MTXanli0EdOngIHrsxlwE/s320/Gramma%2527s+House+August+2010+019.JPG" /></a><br />Happy Mother's Day. I love you both so much.</div>Traceehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013116996506667351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347718287781973266.post-50360551863449422302011-05-07T10:07:00.002-04:002011-05-07T10:11:02.802-04:00luck.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCpZmoKoyW4DI_9zuowT8VlJ-9fAVpKsUadvAlHcl9MUEIN5vU_Zftzh9_SY9r3wvreShrwdoITZ-nGwW8ToUPxAQPlReqWyuKQ3KzQcfXJboDjO4-jAIXBi5CnHN4dl3ofhd13EKMC92p/s1600/West+Rutland+Marsh+early+spring+008.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603976261047855122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCpZmoKoyW4DI_9zuowT8VlJ-9fAVpKsUadvAlHcl9MUEIN5vU_Zftzh9_SY9r3wvreShrwdoITZ-nGwW8ToUPxAQPlReqWyuKQ3KzQcfXJboDjO4-jAIXBi5CnHN4dl3ofhd13EKMC92p/s320/West+Rutland+Marsh+early+spring+008.JPG" /></a> people always call it luck when you've acted more sensibly<br />than they have.<br /><br /><div></div>Traceehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013116996506667351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347718287781973266.post-59389402065408411482011-05-03T19:26:00.004-04:002011-05-03T19:31:37.741-04:00peace.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgiGKOxgZBTOE05Hh-4jfg6IUK9OJ8I010G4p9Z3YH4m1FccWJSE_Ng_kxci6OVlFEVQMe08i8t_-zmLabVCMH_iF-vUJEDGLc6VeJy-eYw2V28WSb4e9aNq00gDTLfbtcMhk1-fFH25PF/s1600/easter+anticipation+034.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602636027588291490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgiGKOxgZBTOE05Hh-4jfg6IUK9OJ8I010G4p9Z3YH4m1FccWJSE_Ng_kxci6OVlFEVQMe08i8t_-zmLabVCMH_iF-vUJEDGLc6VeJy-eYw2V28WSb4e9aNq00gDTLfbtcMhk1-fFH25PF/s320/easter+anticipation+034.JPG" /></a> peace.<br />it does not mean to be in a place where there is no<br />noise, trouble or hard work. it means to be in the midst of<br />all those things and still be calm in your heart.Traceehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013116996506667351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347718287781973266.post-42916746763908495742011-03-19T09:21:00.002-04:002011-03-19T09:24:20.898-04:00transition<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4E5zX5LIDrRR1dYfSo62I7Nm6bEszcvw88MiTtGrQ12-RuTPFx8-YS9-CGEvm4MCPin_I55E3Q82tr1yvvM6O8GShBExPJWdN6sdZhWItpKwvFY_jlvQKOa2geVyLImRRB-4BTG4Chk1m/s1600/trip+to+Salem0211+014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585780758552528866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4E5zX5LIDrRR1dYfSo62I7Nm6bEszcvw88MiTtGrQ12-RuTPFx8-YS9-CGEvm4MCPin_I55E3Q82tr1yvvM6O8GShBExPJWdN6sdZhWItpKwvFY_jlvQKOa2geVyLImRRB-4BTG4Chk1m/s320/trip+to+Salem0211+014.JPG" /></a> 50 degree days. a fire in the stove this morning. even though this life is not perfect, its good enough.<br /><div></div>Traceehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013116996506667351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347718287781973266.post-41169436236502979912010-11-29T06:32:00.002-05:002010-11-29T06:40:36.757-05:00Sometimes I forget...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXa8kxuCG21ybkGHqJuEZWrf_a0jXiKgV5jpDaPqQBJ1Yj2qlR7Qynspt49zRrv7PdNm3leD32_FocEBwY_vHCI0IKLGHeSocaM6tC41uZZECr3uVSC27RGsrlI6aZmYx_0HXgZ2Tf7Krl/s1600/Thanksgiving+2010%257ESarah+005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544933872370751554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXa8kxuCG21ybkGHqJuEZWrf_a0jXiKgV5jpDaPqQBJ1Yj2qlR7Qynspt49zRrv7PdNm3leD32_FocEBwY_vHCI0IKLGHeSocaM6tC41uZZECr3uVSC27RGsrlI6aZmYx_0HXgZ2Tf7Krl/s320/Thanksgiving+2010%257ESarah+005.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh0nGt8Fr-qCN62gA9O-jpQqhYGkJiIjNCevnj-UV08vbEljUGX0PLJg86iA9WVqCNy-xy5nQMfXDVZMA_Hr-bjCLLCqJFoajYTclsgZR7cOIxH36ZNVt278LQnRs8a57JLBA80y5x6Yaz/s1600/Thanksgiving+2010%257ESarah+002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544933862554735810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh0nGt8Fr-qCN62gA9O-jpQqhYGkJiIjNCevnj-UV08vbEljUGX0PLJg86iA9WVqCNy-xy5nQMfXDVZMA_Hr-bjCLLCqJFoajYTclsgZR7cOIxH36ZNVt278LQnRs8a57JLBA80y5x6Yaz/s320/Thanksgiving+2010%257ESarah+002.JPG" /></a> Sometimes I get so wrapped up in things that are less important I forget the ones that are more so. This weekend, I forgot to linger, and instead got to rushing. I lost sleep over it. Every time that I think I've got things figured out( including myself), I fall again. Often, I wonder what I have done to deserve my sister.<br /><br /><div></div></div>Traceehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013116996506667351noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347718287781973266.post-55114414794376332992010-10-23T10:45:00.003-04:002010-10-23T10:55:43.146-04:00I just can't stay away<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq8VxWsmzcVl7J-pR7jw3jOedoAvnjlXTz_DollLlEDXwvHjMcgqjGiTGZLu_UHugBSTUKuSwV8f50R7hyphenhyphenb6NaLNDzRxpF-oXroJGz3TY4yE8JGiW8YJL42YhkKZ-g5tQk_x-Y-IBH4xsa/s1600/what+i+saw+this+morning+002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531253652154457554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq8VxWsmzcVl7J-pR7jw3jOedoAvnjlXTz_DollLlEDXwvHjMcgqjGiTGZLu_UHugBSTUKuSwV8f50R7hyphenhyphenb6NaLNDzRxpF-oXroJGz3TY4yE8JGiW8YJL42YhkKZ-g5tQk_x-Y-IBH4xsa/s320/what+i+saw+this+morning+002.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEq38qcRy7fI5i7uRZEJaOMPl2nwpuKyr3KzfLgzVhuGj2FirtTcf0cdU78PFshjE5FzSXZ3WGGt0joShgYuilZjvLRiEblfEvaCeeO9EoWm4yTeKU6FpRrObQq_QJI9TVpGCOJ1NhMyA4/s1600/what+i+saw+this+morning+012.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531253644095510898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEq38qcRy7fI5i7uRZEJaOMPl2nwpuKyr3KzfLgzVhuGj2FirtTcf0cdU78PFshjE5FzSXZ3WGGt0joShgYuilZjvLRiEblfEvaCeeO9EoWm4yTeKU6FpRrObQq_QJI9TVpGCOJ1NhMyA4/s320/what+i+saw+this+morning+012.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHXkoOu3UEV0P7GM5yQQOfOKcYS35ZJjPh_zz6HEuvaI-9ML_Lb4tzGJW4Qou1k3Emkk7lyE9ZL1RKpBl8vi42sTKdHaj5L7IN-2Jo77RONPb_J9Wfm-dBl6QKYfJgsAINJ-pt3hq8ixIi/s1600/what+i+saw+this+morning+004.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531253640285261122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHXkoOu3UEV0P7GM5yQQOfOKcYS35ZJjPh_zz6HEuvaI-9ML_Lb4tzGJW4Qou1k3Emkk7lyE9ZL1RKpBl8vi42sTKdHaj5L7IN-2Jo77RONPb_J9Wfm-dBl6QKYfJgsAINJ-pt3hq8ixIi/s320/what+i+saw+this+morning+004.JPG" /></a> I so rarely post anything anymore I sometimes wonder why I bother. I guess it's like Facebook, once it's there, you feel slightly compelled to check on it every now and then. I had grand plans of using this space for things like talking about books I've read( I do loooove to read), but so far , nope. Of course I don't read much but school books these days, but still. So many people have such brilliant things to say( <a href="http://www.blogger.com/Soulemama">Soulemama</a>, <a href="http://bluebirdbaby/">bluebirdbaby</a>, anyone?)that I feel like it is a better use of my time to just do things, and let others do the writing, for now. But I do love sharing pictures, so here a a couple from out my door this morning.<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Traceehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013116996506667351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347718287781973266.post-84485200402389284362010-09-04T16:08:00.002-04:002010-09-04T16:31:13.806-04:00here comes the rain<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfHzTdM_HQR_i9BWK31Vz9Iu309ReqNhD-kv2_FNBTorLQ0j_0Lx0EQvPdxvMPepuXG5-I6hiMyjT4RlaFe9CM_G7LjNVTu3pe_J_kgucQBwPU3V88GbNvnswZAI8QbIdErz-t0FO4_2zI/s1600/Cirrus+pileated+woodpecker+017.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513153229806598050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfHzTdM_HQR_i9BWK31Vz9Iu309ReqNhD-kv2_FNBTorLQ0j_0Lx0EQvPdxvMPepuXG5-I6hiMyjT4RlaFe9CM_G7LjNVTu3pe_J_kgucQBwPU3V88GbNvnswZAI8QbIdErz-t0FO4_2zI/s320/Cirrus+pileated+woodpecker+017.JPG" /></a> pileated woodpecker<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIheXzkzEWQuTd8a9a4UkNx_ezLCX8UeeURuZeJdKqWjDjpEEnl0ErSZu9p_CZBtyqmN2lrBxAXTkW9sQIMmpua2IqELz9yTUODV2M-YlJipbsox4qTuUXziG41fkxYshaCZpdF1ttdHAZ/s1600/Cirrus+pileated+woodpecker+011.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513153226764189746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIheXzkzEWQuTd8a9a4UkNx_ezLCX8UeeURuZeJdKqWjDjpEEnl0ErSZu9p_CZBtyqmN2lrBxAXTkW9sQIMmpua2IqELz9yTUODV2M-YlJipbsox4qTuUXziG41fkxYshaCZpdF1ttdHAZ/s320/Cirrus+pileated+woodpecker+011.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinVcbC2N3OCsw40WWkaAar2QYEgTbFw5o7IZTmViblirIrYN6jUjGDYkgpmPCkqpe6UBWiM5HrXaLJlzMrwNjUmYRjs18gENsUYHVzwFPAc39Qxm8Vt40FTx0auXPioG8bequ3T3KdJ6hT/s1600/Cirrus+pileated+woodpecker+006.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513153216812331842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinVcbC2N3OCsw40WWkaAar2QYEgTbFw5o7IZTmViblirIrYN6jUjGDYkgpmPCkqpe6UBWiM5HrXaLJlzMrwNjUmYRjs18gENsUYHVzwFPAc39Qxm8Vt40FTx0auXPioG8bequ3T3KdJ6hT/s320/Cirrus+pileated+woodpecker+006.JPG" /></a> Night~blooming Cirrus</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> Oh, the weather has finally changed. Gone are the oppresive 90 degree days, with their wretched humidity. In their place today, we have cool breezes, and a wonderful mix of sunshine( for the soccer game), and rain,( for immediatley after). I reaaly do love summer, but cannot tolerate the humidity that makes me feel like I'm wearing a blanket on my chest.</div><div> These woodpeckers were hanging out at our house for a couple days last week. As I was pulling in the driveway, they flew up in front of me, so I grabbed the camera that I luckily happened to have in the car, and managed to get a couple of shots before they got too far away. </div><div> The flower is one of about eight or so from my night-blooming Cirrus, which is truly the world's ugliest plant. Being as it's actually a climbing, vining type of tropical plant, its really not suprising that its so sprawly. It just grows all over the place, no symmetry or anything, but once a year, usually late August, early September, the flowers show up. They are fabulous. They really do bloom at night, and each one only opens once, and then that's it. But, they smell amazing. If you are lucky, and get out of bed early enough, you can see them in the morning, before they wilt, but by then the scent has gone. The funny thing is, I've had this plant for about 20 years, and it never did much of anything. It's not a typical houseplant that one sees in New England, but one year I decided to put it outside for the summer. That did it, so now every May, out it goes...</div><div> I'm back at school these days, actually taking Nursing now, instead of hoping I get in. A bit different than last year, certainly more work. ( which is funny, considering its only 6 credits, last year I was doing 10) Our first exam is in 2 weeks(!), I'm determined to get an "A".As my Anatomy proffessor said last year, " Study what you<em> don't</em> know". Makes sense to me. But first its a nap, as this awful cold I have found somewhere along the way kept me up all of last night. Me no likey. Even the dog is sneezing, maybe its in the air. Cheers!<br /><br /><br /></div></div>Traceehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013116996506667351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347718287781973266.post-80042659899126394572010-08-16T19:16:00.003-04:002010-08-16T19:57:07.162-04:00What I did on summer vacation<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg1uwCgGWr0ckfR1d4bzr2uV-vV_WRlJpZIoPTIqFuubnLHjPmYODdhQvcms1_aNh93lGSc_5-qAjOJpz_9eBwdS1ptKYEw4KUfSuwu3tkE-qmFRGLP-6r9uJ76cAcRC3ZKSXEAufizzfm/s1600/Brian+and+Missie%27s+wedding+14+August+2010+043.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506155233857821266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg1uwCgGWr0ckfR1d4bzr2uV-vV_WRlJpZIoPTIqFuubnLHjPmYODdhQvcms1_aNh93lGSc_5-qAjOJpz_9eBwdS1ptKYEw4KUfSuwu3tkE-qmFRGLP-6r9uJ76cAcRC3ZKSXEAufizzfm/s320/Brian+and+Missie%27s+wedding+14+August+2010+043.JPG" /></a> <em>my cousin's wedding in August</em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjScToJE1Su2jcEeKPkVeBQ8anBD2n801cpKsd5q2dlcsrJVz4l0mBoOycutu9Dj5XaOrulNvbUFxF4nQJdm52tpqoM8-CU60pqV-bPHnNx2Rl2YIvRgePyQ6hmn2QTEa0V2JTOhAaj9wFi/s1600/Linda's+60+bday+062.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506155223515162850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjScToJE1Su2jcEeKPkVeBQ8anBD2n801cpKsd5q2dlcsrJVz4l0mBoOycutu9Dj5XaOrulNvbUFxF4nQJdm52tpqoM8-CU60pqV-bPHnNx2Rl2YIvRgePyQ6hmn2QTEa0V2JTOhAaj9wFi/s320/Linda's+60+bday+062.JPG" /></a> <em>at a (surprise) 60th birthday!</em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCn_ufFCQCQgQu2cgspwPL8O8FVtOUcVaQz6SPLX_sS1Rc6_r4SxTzlC1IF7y3xFjIAKf1-EoOEPCweblrufwDckhxM1cqb5fzIgxm3eCyC52JmXELWLR2tt3jlozp3ve_UvfWwI89EV0h/s1600/at+the+lake+august+2010+017.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506155215360017570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCn_ufFCQCQgQu2cgspwPL8O8FVtOUcVaQz6SPLX_sS1Rc6_r4SxTzlC1IF7y3xFjIAKf1-EoOEPCweblrufwDckhxM1cqb5fzIgxm3eCyC52JmXELWLR2tt3jlozp3ve_UvfWwI89EV0h/s320/at+the+lake+august+2010+017.JPG" /></a><br /> <em>paddling</em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg53Ut6qlWdZNu5PycZefwDRgSZMVxUEP6SObgpZbe91FARIUeAnLo71kDECj1uCmCn15u9Nky83xErrBxmQwxh4U5-3QYWnCOi9jgCR4dZ0zb6itD9_T2TxtrupMgF8VdJT9_Dx5ZlSaoz/s1600/at+the+lake+august+2010+012.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506152143996327202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg53Ut6qlWdZNu5PycZefwDRgSZMVxUEP6SObgpZbe91FARIUeAnLo71kDECj1uCmCn15u9Nky83xErrBxmQwxh4U5-3QYWnCOi9jgCR4dZ0zb6itD9_T2TxtrupMgF8VdJT9_Dx5ZlSaoz/s320/at+the+lake+august+2010+012.JPG" /></a> <em>on the lake</em><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyz421KCskrUTx7bbKwWnjGZZVvTuNTK9RwNbj-ZxngEzmSDQ3kwxzqAIVOS6xV3kmg7yoeMztNNaBAyS83xhMNRn7L6LyJUr_CJe5wMMHPoaAjh8ke2YFrqRKPhsp1n_Itd-B49EFc_xR/s1600/Gramma's+House+August+2010+072.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506152138333559426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyz421KCskrUTx7bbKwWnjGZZVvTuNTK9RwNbj-ZxngEzmSDQ3kwxzqAIVOS6xV3kmg7yoeMztNNaBAyS83xhMNRn7L6LyJUr_CJe5wMMHPoaAjh8ke2YFrqRKPhsp1n_Itd-B49EFc_xR/s320/Gramma's+House+August+2010+072.JPG" /></a> <em>at Niagara Falls(American side)</em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOuJbJVflCl_UhJBxgfP1hBpm7-olCiNvmBpvxgOuCoF1bHWwfHo-gae2fKj1PtZyPfkiJLsjV6kyR68ya_O_7vsFcWWqEQv_NYLq8j5qp597l-2WBUwa3iq7V_5dmwtssHmj8T3uPXA6l/s1600/Gramma's+House+August+2010+067.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506152131427040210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOuJbJVflCl_UhJBxgfP1hBpm7-olCiNvmBpvxgOuCoF1bHWwfHo-gae2fKj1PtZyPfkiJLsjV6kyR68ya_O_7vsFcWWqEQv_NYLq8j5qp597l-2WBUwa3iq7V_5dmwtssHmj8T3uPXA6l/s320/Gramma's+House+August+2010+067.JPG" /></a> <em>just after crossing the border</em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKSIjsZRU5WBCylK7PK9hLZakTxN8IdBIHLNw-4vQcgWpKn-FumgEB9RfWesa8eXs8sagmz_1BRo0obz_2QOW37_Ikk5yDs22ZOT41_VQ6GW39_O09ORcVTspa5EhsUXkV4O__Q8PGnp54/s1600/Gramma's+House+August+2010+008.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506152119815202002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKSIjsZRU5WBCylK7PK9hLZakTxN8IdBIHLNw-4vQcgWpKn-FumgEB9RfWesa8eXs8sagmz_1BRo0obz_2QOW37_Ikk5yDs22ZOT41_VQ6GW39_O09ORcVTspa5EhsUXkV4O__Q8PGnp54/s320/Gramma's+House+August+2010+008.JPG" /></a> <em>at Gramma's( yes I'm in a picture!)</em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPoSUnjoA5Nd-EHN0fgvn9yvgfKO4wQj2HSMkuYe3nsQyQTp8mejAhr-b8zXlPzrbOt8fOashfDi0CelzMqla24qZdkv5gnQTO4k4F4MafwAYOvNh3254-MnbKTH-B-tFCyBIZOv1_4eEH/s1600/Gramma's+House+August+2010+006.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506152115882240386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPoSUnjoA5Nd-EHN0fgvn9yvgfKO4wQj2HSMkuYe3nsQyQTp8mejAhr-b8zXlPzrbOt8fOashfDi0CelzMqla24qZdkv5gnQTO4k4F4MafwAYOvNh3254-MnbKTH-B-tFCyBIZOv1_4eEH/s320/Gramma's+House+August+2010+006.JPG" /></a> <em>Gramma, after scolding me not to take the picture</em><br /><br /><br />It's been <em>sooo</em> busy this summer, with surprise birthday parties, unexpected trips North of the border, weddings, summer basketball, soccer starting, getting ready for school( and trying to conquer the accompanying butterflies in my stomach!) I couldn't believe that it's been two months since I've written anything. My sister and I went to Canada this month to visit our Gramma, it was a wonderful, if too short, trip. We spent the night in Niagara Falls( Canadian side) on the way home, and went to the state park on the American side the next day. I'd only ever been there in the winter, so to see it now,its amazing. We celebrated Craig's mother's 60th birthday, with a sucessfully-pulled-off suprise party, and just this past weekend, celebrated the marriage of my cousin Brian to his fiancee Missie. It was such a beautiful time, I especially loved "Here comes the Bride" played on kazoos by the wedding party. Awesome.Not to mention sneaking off to the lake for an afternoon, getting away to my sister's for a weekend, and spending all my spare time reading, trying to get it in before school starts( in a week!), when I'll be reading nothing but my textbooks. So, on that note, I'm off to visit Forks( again. Yes I know), if I can hear myself think over the clamour of boys in the next room.<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Traceehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013116996506667351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347718287781973266.post-33570393385792008752010-06-20T08:24:00.002-04:002010-06-20T08:28:37.383-04:00Happy Father's Day!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinnuGplcevehvf4_xJXa5hDtI_jM0PNXKVP7lRF0RM19JK9o2X_6OnfS4p0XHDrrN54h6lu4814Ygng4n08vB9SN24r2M8evW9pF6mIlUG2T3VtAYI7UEWvTrj67qXrLlgE-M4y1WyLNE6/s1600/Memorial+Day+2010+066.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484830968953262082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinnuGplcevehvf4_xJXa5hDtI_jM0PNXKVP7lRF0RM19JK9o2X_6OnfS4p0XHDrrN54h6lu4814Ygng4n08vB9SN24r2M8evW9pF6mIlUG2T3VtAYI7UEWvTrj67qXrLlgE-M4y1WyLNE6/s320/Memorial+Day+2010+066.JPG" /></a> Happy Father's Day:: to my husband,Craig, who recently celebrated 15 years of being a great Dad, and to my dad, my grandpa Al, Craig's grandpa Bob, and my brother in laws, Tim, Sean and Jon.<br /><div></div>Traceehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013116996506667351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347718287781973266.post-3422940898210630762010-06-19T12:57:00.003-04:002010-06-19T13:30:05.067-04:00is it....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhacI7J7qY44ZYbyMO2cYsqJPE_lN4APfj792IF069LSlnpUqnuJKcE8qmDP1S1rgc-eyjYWJtv8BTvFDHnrqp7XThIhqIzNpu9LOS4-zQpLBNSxxfhci_7LmNZNhGtavGdpPBMI-GpvYxL/s1600/Sarah's+picinic+table+024.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484530453099859218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhacI7J7qY44ZYbyMO2cYsqJPE_lN4APfj792IF069LSlnpUqnuJKcE8qmDP1S1rgc-eyjYWJtv8BTvFDHnrqp7XThIhqIzNpu9LOS4-zQpLBNSxxfhci_7LmNZNhGtavGdpPBMI-GpvYxL/s320/Sarah's+picinic+table+024.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div><br />finally summertime? Time for homemade popsicles, pomegranate lemonade, swimming, and things to <em>finally</em> be growing in the garden? Why, yes, I do believe it is.Traceehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013116996506667351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347718287781973266.post-51840038934085002512010-06-11T15:02:00.003-04:002010-06-11T15:07:12.809-04:00this moment<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLiGYgx9_8pIM8AIbBOjqgJg2PRMZ7IhiMVfP9Vz7bXQwK-gKkoO3cdVTkbZl9jEQ13je7eO_QoEbtlwYMfcmcQRx64fow3_OYuxaeIDaKW6Nzjv-9TKzZV0UKa5Rp22b1f8kSo-Geocy/s1600/Roses+020.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481593814472032818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLiGYgx9_8pIM8AIbBOjqgJg2PRMZ7IhiMVfP9Vz7bXQwK-gKkoO3cdVTkbZl9jEQ13je7eO_QoEbtlwYMfcmcQRx64fow3_OYuxaeIDaKW6Nzjv-9TKzZV0UKa5Rp22b1f8kSo-Geocy/s320/Roses+020.JPG" /></a> {<em>this moment}:: a single photo capturing a moment from my week, inspired by Amanda</em><br /><div></div>Traceehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013116996506667351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347718287781973266.post-337175033818405352010-06-08T21:17:00.003-04:002010-06-08T21:24:42.467-04:00Sometimes...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6L_0eI6SBtQle5XTWbsMzFoKieebDSpmflUkMPAwZEL7SAlHwqLtB8Hg2maO0dRIB2zmzL1hGGko09SR-aP1E03MsYxycjaVjBLIykm9W5VgkR7jZuYl2neKj-Fn9KG10ga7O7onDu84w/s1600/Fischer's+Winter+concert+2010+001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480578122210849314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6L_0eI6SBtQle5XTWbsMzFoKieebDSpmflUkMPAwZEL7SAlHwqLtB8Hg2maO0dRIB2zmzL1hGGko09SR-aP1E03MsYxycjaVjBLIykm9W5VgkR7jZuYl2neKj-Fn9KG10ga7O7onDu84w/s320/Fischer's+Winter+concert+2010+001.JPG" /></a> Sometimes, our children are our greatest teachers, about forgiveness, patience, and the kind of people we want to be when we grow up. Oftentimes, I think, we really don't deserve them.<br /><div></div>Traceehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013116996506667351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347718287781973266.post-95947925874514032010-06-04T08:28:00.002-04:002010-06-04T08:31:37.056-04:00this moment<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCWvQS3rA4ZGWm77XfN3NafXpcDOn54uRSsHtYoDDWIuQRflf9eKwuhjWpwuP4Wa0McEjUs9dW4anulOhY7N_pWwHuqWAixETWoxnotbLgHoktoo8KYwdCDVRyNWeOG5AdXkaEkzy__QWi/s1600/porch+006.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478894782976971698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCWvQS3rA4ZGWm77XfN3NafXpcDOn54uRSsHtYoDDWIuQRflf9eKwuhjWpwuP4Wa0McEjUs9dW4anulOhY7N_pWwHuqWAixETWoxnotbLgHoktoo8KYwdCDVRyNWeOG5AdXkaEkzy__QWi/s320/porch+006.JPG" /></a> <em>this moment:: a Friday ritual( although my last was awhile back :)</em><br /><div><em> </em></div>Traceehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013116996506667351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347718287781973266.post-20958783187485066682010-05-28T14:01:00.004-04:002010-05-28T14:07:29.380-04:00summertime...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBD1hX1b4yhGe0efvP3isRnVuUVQVqd_yPATcv6roJduz6JL4FqxprmjznMWaBWq8uXboubEbGcEQGd6I0FviuA77JENsLAMuI-0X-rJxhoQdA-5StFpEx6nGCCk_mwe0jmT4zrKc6U5ER/s1600/finding+Spring+1+019.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476383160835223218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBD1hX1b4yhGe0efvP3isRnVuUVQVqd_yPATcv6roJduz6JL4FqxprmjznMWaBWq8uXboubEbGcEQGd6I0FviuA77JENsLAMuI-0X-rJxhoQdA-5StFpEx6nGCCk_mwe0jmT4zrKc6U5ER/s320/finding+Spring+1+019.JPG" /></a><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCaMORK9QuTsUrEDJB6tDjHjPsoigIPkgIp8Q6hBlifWoASNPYMyb5w0Agna07QsW2RoAtin_hoXjvDFWWMdn2LAbzIQqsKF7f-aEU-tz6LcHl2rf3-Opg1P0JEP_HsHeudUspMyKASxFl/s1600/lilies+of+the+valley+003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476383154576318642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCaMORK9QuTsUrEDJB6tDjHjPsoigIPkgIp8Q6hBlifWoASNPYMyb5w0Agna07QsW2RoAtin_hoXjvDFWWMdn2LAbzIQqsKF7f-aEU-tz6LcHl2rf3-Opg1P0JEP_HsHeudUspMyKASxFl/s320/lilies+of+the+valley+003.JPG" /></a> ::clothes on the line</p><p> :: not a cloud in sight</p><p> :: typing this with garden~dirty hands</p><p> :: putting seeds in the ground</p><p> :: giving old plants new homes</p><p> :: eavesdropping on the birds conversations while I work</p><p> ::getting ready for the first trip of the season to the beach</p><p> </p><p><em>what makes your ordinary day special?</em><br /> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p>Traceehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013116996506667351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347718287781973266.post-45857535979917233812010-04-21T16:11:00.002-04:002010-04-21T16:20:54.986-04:00Sunday hiking<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEYBx5p2Ucw3JtDTxOGNOJ6FOK54hDxCz6aYm6t96Abcl9xkRgePo9rhouQINQYI9Mgn_9pvErtOATcNueVswMlqaXX-O_sGMOZltFM5J8LTTBjhXvCfeRpluzX3PDg8LQY8tTAKQCPd0E/s1600/Spring+hiking+with+the+boys+055.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462687264598068962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEYBx5p2Ucw3JtDTxOGNOJ6FOK54hDxCz6aYm6t96Abcl9xkRgePo9rhouQINQYI9Mgn_9pvErtOATcNueVswMlqaXX-O_sGMOZltFM5J8LTTBjhXvCfeRpluzX3PDg8LQY8tTAKQCPd0E/s320/Spring+hiking+with+the+boys+055.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAR1puZISPTwLy_DiucEtR3hG5nn1bQIHhasMK1tqGSftZ6WTTNGyFnIDDqsHvAuWSMYukSycCRjXeyuF1VktrPdcfL6LzUPrwVmjU77JPqB5RjM6nFBehoqvAaQhFPpcTahDCJCMlGtL-/s1600/Spring+hiking+with+the+boys+040.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462687255734903906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAR1puZISPTwLy_DiucEtR3hG5nn1bQIHhasMK1tqGSftZ6WTTNGyFnIDDqsHvAuWSMYukSycCRjXeyuF1VktrPdcfL6LzUPrwVmjU77JPqB5RjM6nFBehoqvAaQhFPpcTahDCJCMlGtL-/s320/Spring+hiking+with+the+boys+040.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn42-CFkbD0FK7v4aA-BvGo313G8CDzYOxeHYk_guVlJ_wwGjjscUp5Eh21-zWsc2eXg7TF6RaBZ_-fjdVxiIQqejmx3Qf7y7t_rKOy9iQ_JtCZ9lASf-Q9kyYyrlLwlMJBy8saK0dFJsy/s1600/Spring+hiking+with+the+boys+018.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462687251567438306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn42-CFkbD0FK7v4aA-BvGo313G8CDzYOxeHYk_guVlJ_wwGjjscUp5Eh21-zWsc2eXg7TF6RaBZ_-fjdVxiIQqejmx3Qf7y7t_rKOy9iQ_JtCZ9lASf-Q9kyYyrlLwlMJBy8saK0dFJsy/s320/Spring+hiking+with+the+boys+018.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLDeZoajRRuYyv4shTQx3hNUYNDg2zyZze57rG0Fd7CoHIgdH2RUqzyYEqF6fUJxhyphenhyphenWgFLHksIgpWbiDW0wZyCGe6jHoFBeXWxUnQb4cql7kqKM_bQuIoqo48fJ8MAJ0MyP4xUVQ__iz_J/s1600/Spring+hiking+with+the+boys+008.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462687242235681634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLDeZoajRRuYyv4shTQx3hNUYNDg2zyZze57rG0Fd7CoHIgdH2RUqzyYEqF6fUJxhyphenhyphenWgFLHksIgpWbiDW0wZyCGe6jHoFBeXWxUnQb4cql7kqKM_bQuIoqo48fJ8MAJ0MyP4xUVQ__iz_J/s320/Spring+hiking+with+the+boys+008.JPG" /></a><br /> Going hiking with the kids these days is a rare experience. Between all the sports, school, and other " stuff", there dosen't seem to be as much time for a hike. But we'd gone to visit their Graet Grandpa, and afterwards, Hunter had some places he wanted to show us. So we went. It was fun. This is all behind their grandfather's house in Proctor, and the best part was it didn't rain till later. Speaking of rain, it's <em>very</em> dark in the sky at the moment, we're supposed to get thunderstorms later. I am a bit tired of rain, of course this morning was beautiful, while I was working. Figures.<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Traceehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013116996506667351noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347718287781973266.post-49716336404463034942010-04-11T08:49:00.005-04:002010-04-11T09:15:02.823-04:00in which I am doing everything but what I am supposed to be...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO7JfWXVj6p5zVxKoAKaK2UfdFEYL25UXoESI2nnoaWixTm5Yp3BZ8Tf4_EC9V4SbyRkPYwP1LhdUpLnmHfgqiaRyvP1MFrUXkvoAZENBeVdV5854XkV51U7QvqJ8j6-noNFw6VL6uoTxX/s1600/Spring+2010+001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458862566384555906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO7JfWXVj6p5zVxKoAKaK2UfdFEYL25UXoESI2nnoaWixTm5Yp3BZ8Tf4_EC9V4SbyRkPYwP1LhdUpLnmHfgqiaRyvP1MFrUXkvoAZENBeVdV5854XkV51U7QvqJ8j6-noNFw6VL6uoTxX/s320/Spring+2010+001.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi_614ACgoc62cbPEIpLYQdZhxH7bi3y_6RkuMCl1xKtW_cwqynEdENtBGuq07I92hULNUtLoJMedhp8EAT2g18ZbOky-6xtAt79XyhrErmb1a-eetxc8qUQs0G0d3RGKv2ON1xa3gYiPq/s1600/Spring+2010+004.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458862554536021970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi_614ACgoc62cbPEIpLYQdZhxH7bi3y_6RkuMCl1xKtW_cwqynEdENtBGuq07I92hULNUtLoJMedhp8EAT2g18ZbOky-6xtAt79XyhrErmb1a-eetxc8qUQs0G0d3RGKv2ON1xa3gYiPq/s320/Spring+2010+004.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpAs7-Yae9ve1Hkv77zgozr-EjAUUGjzsT3CGCqdoDbE8f15Ix59LOkhU-BxvQT-L0PsFo_oR7rI9pYdZrVhPQNkXqjQSmi5Ky761HolWKXgcpF7bY_UfygYPu4bzrW7s5wByhCRQ71Jse/s1600/Spring+2010+011.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458862553672967074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpAs7-Yae9ve1Hkv77zgozr-EjAUUGjzsT3CGCqdoDbE8f15Ix59LOkhU-BxvQT-L0PsFo_oR7rI9pYdZrVhPQNkXqjQSmi5Ky761HolWKXgcpF7bY_UfygYPu4bzrW7s5wByhCRQ71Jse/s320/Spring+2010+011.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij7F9aQo3RBVexZ9ze3cXPBjKgqG7yZ1GWjIWS7t_baPlPHfnfZnN4bOHM1vVAuHfcnPP6WC_o0607PGp_6Eb3pkydeVVi8iR-Pv8VdJMcvrF6hyyjNi39uEMDu_5Pa8EkojLUgS8vu-eN/s1600/Spring+2010+003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458862541033991874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij7F9aQo3RBVexZ9ze3cXPBjKgqG7yZ1GWjIWS7t_baPlPHfnfZnN4bOHM1vVAuHfcnPP6WC_o0607PGp_6Eb3pkydeVVi8iR-Pv8VdJMcvrF6hyyjNi39uEMDu_5Pa8EkojLUgS8vu-eN/s320/Spring+2010+003.JPG" /></a><br />I've finally managed to get out there and get some pictures of the Spring that has seemed to happen <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">overnite</span>. Either it was too grey, or there was too much going on. I <em>will </em>be glad for the first week of May, school's out! I am so glad to be back in school, don't get me wrong. Having never thought I would/could do anything like this, I'm still kind of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">surprised</span> at my self. But this week's got <em>so much</em> to do:: an exam in every class, plus a paper due in Anatomy& Physiology. Then, studying for finals two weeks after that. At least the boys are on vacation, no games this week for them. Of course, that's just in <em>one</em> sport, they still have soccer games( which of course I will miss:( ). But no baseball till next week. Hunter has signed up for his <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">sophomore</span> classes this past <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">week</span>, Driver's Ed this summer! I can't believe its that time already. I'm not sure I want to be old enough to have a <em>driving</em> teenager. At least Fischer's still got a couple years. </div><div>In other <em>very exciting</em> news, I've got a clothesline! No, really, that's very exciting. It's been 5 or so years since I've had one, and how I've missed hanging things on the line. Craig put it up for me last Tuesday. I can look out my bedroom window and see it, it makes me so happy. Of course, its not the cool, old aluminum vintage retractable one I got at the rummage sale last year, that one proved to be <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">waaay</span> to short to fit anywhere. So I shall give it to my friend Gretchen, who has a very small yard, it should be just right. She has chickens too, I'm a wee bit jealous, but really, what would I do with one more thing to look after!? Fischer now has a fish( named Tom), as well as a gerbil named Emma( poor Jack, our replacement for Luke the hamster, did a runner on Easter morning. Oh yes, he did. Instead of looking for eggs, we were <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">looking</span> for hamster. Never found him. Poor little thing. )I do rather like having a fish again, I must say. </div><div>It's off to get my work done, and try to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">unstuff</span> my poor head, I've got the <em>worst cold ever!</em> I haven't been sick like this in years. sigh. It's really not fair, why couldn't I have gotten it in the winter, when I didn't want to go outside? Ah well, happy Spring to everyone!<br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div>Traceehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013116996506667351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347718287781973266.post-69721461411857869972010-04-03T08:38:00.003-04:002010-04-03T08:49:28.616-04:00I can't think of a title for this post...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLedNysnfXHQ_5xaffpsDHbuS1RFd2KZQcZHMRd8NU2fO3xIDe62_ub7RT8Dpm1pU6Oe-xLf5FEt3T5EF3jAVbz_BnMT9F2nRElWnssH2DeCFIjt8PmBlnOIuC3JJhGllSQYiA_MbpnODY/s1600/early+Spring+2010+023.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455890206282376962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLedNysnfXHQ_5xaffpsDHbuS1RFd2KZQcZHMRd8NU2fO3xIDe62_ub7RT8Dpm1pU6Oe-xLf5FEt3T5EF3jAVbz_BnMT9F2nRElWnssH2DeCFIjt8PmBlnOIuC3JJhGllSQYiA_MbpnODY/s320/early+Spring+2010+023.JPG" /></a> This is <em>not</em> what it looks like at my house this morning. Today is bright, sunny and smells like spring. Flowers are up, leaves are coming out, and it's going to be 80(!) degrees today. Yesterday we were watching baseball. Things are good. This pic was taken a couple weeks ago, on a drizzly and grey Monday. I am fond of it, for all of that. I simply have not had time to get any pictures even taken, let alone uploaded lately. But soon, soon!, term will be over. Four weeks, in fact. I have never looked forward to summer vacation more. I have <em>so many </em>plans, including going to the lake( <em>a lot!</em>), hiking, camping reading, some sewing projects from A Handmade Home( which I got last winter, and haven't had a chance to make anything from yet), learning to play guitar, and how to knit socks. Maybe some lunch dates with my friends and sister, and getting ready for nursing school in the fall. Things are good.<br /><div></div>Traceehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013116996506667351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347718287781973266.post-28041577135016681382010-03-22T13:29:00.002-04:002010-03-22T13:48:55.598-04:00The Vintage Swap....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUhBDnCEQYLlLf-lTi_OW6Hmt6mcOTXw60uUARkgfaKHec8CE1vNBONrXePdrBoOQzUjKe_Op84ekrCDoweO0nl56RPFYmOBKIqbx8kEkZ50BsKCzeuwhRlGDD_PIEliYJpgRsbvOTUiA5/s1600-h/late+winter+2010+007.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451513020723749442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUhBDnCEQYLlLf-lTi_OW6Hmt6mcOTXw60uUARkgfaKHec8CE1vNBONrXePdrBoOQzUjKe_Op84ekrCDoweO0nl56RPFYmOBKIqbx8kEkZ50BsKCzeuwhRlGDD_PIEliYJpgRsbvOTUiA5/s320/late+winter+2010+007.JPG" /></a> a new corner of my studio...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXfMkIlqVGfQkjbMqy58qp29lPjuflPbiaJia7dYoILtXvv0h7vSruq4B-OrF6Pb468aeS3fqfKTy-PEw2uYoS0DWXHWEjyGjNGBo8SZxXw_hmqjVIxC_hRUXybt5TVOYsEsXroayx2oIx/s1600-h/late+winter+2010+014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451513013039195474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXfMkIlqVGfQkjbMqy58qp29lPjuflPbiaJia7dYoILtXvv0h7vSruq4B-OrF6Pb468aeS3fqfKTy-PEw2uYoS0DWXHWEjyGjNGBo8SZxXw_hmqjVIxC_hRUXybt5TVOYsEsXroayx2oIx/s320/late+winter+2010+014.JPG" /></a> some lovely goodies from Leanne,<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqrY_QnJ5aNM-AvHSIw5VTRzh5lpDGl48NzTL_QBJzgCHuNN9jrmEQcSsHHf3FsLSlmxL4BLK-IUvmh_cXHAJ0iy-6x4y0-qeAMaOfVOI3aJqZuZu75oe_iaHjPu5Ud1U7-gGThRH9X4ec/s1600-h/late+winter+2010+021.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451513003266274642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqrY_QnJ5aNM-AvHSIw5VTRzh5lpDGl48NzTL_QBJzgCHuNN9jrmEQcSsHHf3FsLSlmxL4BLK-IUvmh_cXHAJ0iy-6x4y0-qeAMaOfVOI3aJqZuZu75oe_iaHjPu5Ud1U7-gGThRH9X4ec/s320/late+winter+2010+021.JPG" /></a> Pretty ribbon, and a sweet thrifting find...<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxHNTXJY-KtZtHeysnPvaiDJGlcWvbIXQyeUtR5X9MAR_wgHGkTteEgPizSRFBxYuQcR_uJOXZ9aB0McZgz_FlP2u5A6EmvoVxJ1YmVq0dIjU-DDGBWFiVdtD9YwtNVHx0pxygyQTrBTe7/s1600-h/late+winter+2010+016.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451512987008897026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxHNTXJY-KtZtHeysnPvaiDJGlcWvbIXQyeUtR5X9MAR_wgHGkTteEgPizSRFBxYuQcR_uJOXZ9aB0McZgz_FlP2u5A6EmvoVxJ1YmVq0dIjU-DDGBWFiVdtD9YwtNVHx0pxygyQTrBTe7/s320/late+winter+2010+016.JPG" /></a> this little crocheted doily is great...<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyzmWDkEyaSauc9LpSLb5uh5dmuN8MKNQxzW_aeJG_QmkHcHAbcey6KS0U87qvI0Ugh0dTP6o-2mCOPElKFU9Y0lYXgp9s1yCOAnc42Z8AiJ8aMEZqh-fvfjB5GYLIEHgcjpwz_HgJATRj/s1600-h/late+winter+2010+005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451512977448367490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyzmWDkEyaSauc9LpSLb5uh5dmuN8MKNQxzW_aeJG_QmkHcHAbcey6KS0U87qvI0Ugh0dTP6o-2mCOPElKFU9Y0lYXgp9s1yCOAnc42Z8AiJ8aMEZqh-fvfjB5GYLIEHgcjpwz_HgJATRj/s320/late+winter+2010+005.JPG" /></a> another great thrifting find, linen and bird love( and British!)</div><div> Well, here we are. This seemed to take me <em>forever</em> to get posted, but Leanne's box was so full of wonderfulness( is that a word?). Lots of fabric, ribbons, buttons(squee!), and little hairpins, just right for Spring. Thank you so much, Leanne, I can't wait to use some of it, and Heather for setting it all up. Blogging has really changed my life, "meeting" all these wonderful women would never have happened without it. <em>And</em> since Leanne's box arrived the same day as a box full of "beach stuff" from my mom in Florida, it prompted a cleaning of the studio, and removal of some things that no longer worked for the space( can you say old metal-frame futon couch? to the dump with thee!). It freed up a good deal of valuble real estate, which naturally led to a little more throwing away, and some redecorating, so now that old wrought-iron lamp I got at the age of 13 has a great new home, to light up the perfect spot for studying. In a couple months, it will be lighting up some knitting, or embroidery, but that will wait. </div><div>The bread that needed to be baked on this cold, dreary Spring day is almost done, I can smell it.I love being able to have something good for the boys after school, it's a good thing I made four loaves, I bet we'll be down to two by bedtime!<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div>Traceehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013116996506667351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347718287781973266.post-9805174810319162902010-03-20T07:57:00.003-04:002010-03-20T08:02:20.534-04:00Ahhh.....Spring<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhausNGvg7rxFPGNrOOHvgsBxsJWgo44NZwOMLDIawbGHzOB8PQ-tXRdTMV2Frtt6TEx8cBWpkhk-HiE2np10Oc86J1LS70agQQiHGqcgNHbW2455rmHa55M-LbmlaeXIY5EnP5ZGHbwge3/s1600-h/March+2009~looking+for+spring+003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450684394251932338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhausNGvg7rxFPGNrOOHvgsBxsJWgo44NZwOMLDIawbGHzOB8PQ-tXRdTMV2Frtt6TEx8cBWpkhk-HiE2np10Oc86J1LS70agQQiHGqcgNHbW2455rmHa55M-LbmlaeXIY5EnP5ZGHbwge3/s320/March+2009~looking+for+spring+003.JPG" /></a><br /><div> The ice is going out on the pond, the crocuses are up, and all the manner of growing is going on in the gardens. As I sat down to write this, I saw a robin right outside my window. My mom used to mark on the calender when she saw her first robin in the spring. This winter posed many challenges, and now I am glad for all of them, they make the spring seem that much sweeter.</div>Traceehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013116996506667351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347718287781973266.post-51008977534039632402010-03-16T16:11:00.004-04:002010-03-16T16:19:46.540-04:00I'm still here...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtiqNuteXEaraM1l1-E0Ow6EoWfhEAxDyra6ai1A86U6PdRvFrPZZN-DGRifT7xElwXu6AYsyt7Ej61MLbVDCvsO9t1FtOJXnxpHUV7Kyv_TnHDOaBGMbVJQjUFTjFkj1QxG_eT0caImp3/s1600-h/bookcase+014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449327659641582530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtiqNuteXEaraM1l1-E0Ow6EoWfhEAxDyra6ai1A86U6PdRvFrPZZN-DGRifT7xElwXu6AYsyt7Ej61MLbVDCvsO9t1FtOJXnxpHUV7Kyv_TnHDOaBGMbVJQjUFTjFkj1QxG_eT0caImp3/s320/bookcase+014.JPG" /></a><br /><div>does anyone care? I feel like I've lost the last few weeks, it's already mid-March! and past Daylight Savings Time! I have been looking forward to that. So many things to report, but they shall have to wait. I'm neck -deep in school work, exams and exams and papers due soon. I got my acceptance into Nursing school at <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Castleton</span> State( <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">yay</span>!) but I am so very nervous about it now. sigh. I know it'll be fine, it's just really a big thing for me. I got my box from Heather's Vintage Swap, pictures from that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">loveliness</span> soon( they're still in my camera!). I'm off to Karate with the boys, and a bit of studying~ is it May yet? I need a vacation.I did get my Christmas present though, that beautiful bookcase. It was full the moment it was brought home. Thanks to my wonderful husband for that!</div>Traceehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013116996506667351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347718287781973266.post-1580569518098402262010-02-26T15:33:00.002-05:002010-02-26T15:38:35.997-05:00{this moment}*<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc9XriFcnvJ7akLrsL0DzdXRWj1PxuHPTVNNzaaKtgoFc7jbfFr0AsDmZwvxkwpxWFCznZpH-bvQj0Md-dXfZW8ldQ9dj3WGqP7Nn09mGPZyV9il5eUMLYivFSDdoqwwxeG5ZCrH3I9v5U/s1600-h/snow+day-part+deux+065.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442653593250420146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc9XriFcnvJ7akLrsL0DzdXRWj1PxuHPTVNNzaaKtgoFc7jbfFr0AsDmZwvxkwpxWFCznZpH-bvQj0Md-dXfZW8ldQ9dj3WGqP7Nn09mGPZyV9il5eUMLYivFSDdoqwwxeG5ZCrH3I9v5U/s320/snow+day-part+deux+065.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><em>*idea from Soulemama</em><br /><div></div>Traceehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013116996506667351noreply@blogger.com1