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Happy Independence Day! I IM'ed a friend in England today and said, Happy Big Loss Day! He didn't quite get it at first. Is my humor really that bad? Maybe you shouldn't answer that. Good News! My father-in-law woke up! After the neurologist said he'd likely never wake even. So, we went from planning funeral to trying to take care of him again. This is still very difficult and he is still

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Six and a half years ago, my father had a massive heart attack and died 48 hours later. I have talked in the past about that loss. It is a moment that never fades in my memory. It is a heartache that not only have I continued to work through but I have seen my children discuss and feel the loss of grandpa over they years. Now, my father-in-law, my children's other grandpa is dying. He has

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The other day as I was driving to pick my kids up from swim team practice I saw a man riding a motorcycle. You might think what what a smart man to cut his gasoline costs by riding a motorcycle. Only, he was riding it funny. It was the style of motorcycle one has to basically press their chest to in order to hold the grips to drive. Like this: only it was yellow... Anyway, this man was

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Bullets already? But but I just started blogging again! Still some days, weeks, months, only provide enough focus for a list. So, here goes: My little boy is learning to read. He has learned phonic sounds and now loves to sound out words in order to determine how they are spelled. We run into problems when he wants to sound out a word with irregularities, such as a silent e. My life

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Yesterday was a spring cleaning day. Only here in Phoenix that means something a bit different. There wasn't messes left from months of snow to clean up, no no, there was dead weeds to clear out and rocks to rake. And, most importantly, there is the pool to get ready! It's pool time! And I had put off preparing the pool for swimming. Yesterday, I got it ready. And at the end of the day, it

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Growing up, I used to keep a journal. Only, I wasn't very good with it. I would write regularly for a space of time, weeks maybe even months. And then I'd forget to write for a time, months maybe even years. I would return to the journal and feel overwhelmed that there was so much I had missed writing about. So much that I felt I had to write and write to catch up some imaginary journal

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Lately, I feel like I've lost myself. More so, I feel like I've been looking for myself and not finding what I expected. This blog is filled with post after post of me searching for the same thing. Me, trying to communicate some thought some idea as authentically me as possible. I stopped blogging recently. Not out of a conscious choice, but out of distraction with other things. That is

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I've been away from blogland for sometime. Life sometimes seem to fly forward so quickly. So, to quickly catch up... Parent/Teacher conferences came and went...and were not so good. Lots of worries about school right now.. Weather is changing very slowly. We are still wearing shorts and sandals most days. But it is too cold for the pool now. Halloween is coming! Kids went to a party

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The Diamondbacks are in the playoffs. The first preseason Suns' game is on Saturday. I am in my own personal sports heaven right now. The only thing that could be better? Is if I had cable or satellite so I could actually watch all the games. Of course, who am I kidding? With my kids, that wouldn't happen anyway. I have a question for you. For you wonderful blogworld you. Do you have

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Tonight my husband and I spent the evening painting pottery. This is becoming one of our regular date night activities, especially right now when movie selection is so dismal. We go to a place called "As You Wish" I'll share some pictures of what we have painted after we pick up things on Monday. Tonight a group of girl scouts were there with their parents. Ten, ten yr-olds with their

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Happy Birthday to me. I'm now thirty-three. Want to give me a treat? An hour alone can't be beat! My kids made me breakfast this morning. A bowl of soggy cereal and two cans of diet Mountain Dew. Can't say they don't know their Momma (the dew, not the cereal). And they are the best things in my life.

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Lately I've seen a rise in people, many from Arizona IP addresses searching for tips on how to care for their bougainvillea plants. I have written about my own bougainvillea in past posts but mostly just to complain about the plant. I thought since I am attracting this much attention for it, I should give a few tips on what I have done with my bougainvillea over the years. Gardening by

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Yesterday, we had the final appraisal done on the house. This appraiser took a look at the improvements we've done and confirmed the value from the first one. It's all rather confusing. But with that said..the kitchen is done. (Well almost..but done enough..I've discovered it never really ends.) I thought I'd share some of the final pictures of my kitchen. My camera received the peanut

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Tonight, I went to Barnes and Noble. This was a rare treat for me. After going out for dinner, my husband and I decided to walk around the open air mall instead of going to see the movie we'd planned on. We ended up spending an hour and half wandering around and exploring the book store. I don't go to book stores or even libraries all that often. It isn't because I dislike them. More likely

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Let me just say, texurizing walls is very messy. Especially when the bucket gets knocked over three times. Let me just say, painting a house, alone, is exhausting. Especially without a paint sprayer. Let me just say, doing housework, let alone remodeling work while watching a three yr-old and a two yr-old is just plain crazy. Especially when those children are named Robert and Brandon.

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Warning, the following is a happy, cute mom moment. Today, because well, I was feeling lazy and didn't want to fight thought my living room/kitchen for lunch, I took my boys to McDonald's for lunch. They, of course, got the shicken fresh fries. I think if I ever gave them JUST fries or JUST shicken they might freak, because one is so incomplete without the other. Robert my little three

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Today I wanted to cry. I wanted to cry long and hard and get all the frustration to spill out of me with the tears. I didn't cry. I didn't even tear up. Instead, I sat and thought through the experience. The more I considered the different angles the less frustrated I was and eventually it faded enough that I was fine. We (my husband and I) have managed to lose our only remaining key to our

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My husband and I had a talk with our daughter tonight about choices. We explained, yet again, to her how her choices will effect not only the others around her, but her opportunities or consequences in the future. This is such a tough thing for kids to learn and grasp. Their lives revolve so much in the present. I wonder if making such a case for choosing carefully really has much effect on

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Tonight I managed an escape! Ok, it was a short-lived movie date with my husband, but it really helped pull me from my overstuffed mind for a little bit. Now, I usually wouldn't bother writing about going out on a boring married person date, but something happened that continues to amaze me. Actually, a couple things happened. We spent less than $30 for dinner, movie and concessions at the

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Renovations often bring unexpected obstacles. This is really just a truth about being your own general contractor. But, having heard this and having lived this are two very separate things. And look at me..I put that in the past tense, like it is all over and done with. I hope I haven't just jinxed myself with another month of headaches, heh. This summer of fixing the house came as a

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This is from a really short and simple find out more about yourself type quiz. This one makes me laugh because as my husband would attest..there is certainly a grain of truth to it. You're Egypt! Curator of ancient mystical secrets, your life on the surface is fairly typical these days. Though you are in denial about more things than most people. Nevertheless, you're trying to convince

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Your Brain is Purple Of all the brain types, yours is the most idealistic. You tend to think wild, amazing thoughts. Your dreams and fantasies are intense. Your thoughts are creative, inventive, and without boundaries. You tend to spend a lot of time thinking of fictional people and places - or a very different life for yourself. What Color Is Your Brain?

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Jody asked to hear more about my son's broken elbow. And since I really have been intending to write the story out...here is the long version. Three and half weeks ago or so, my three yr-old son and my two yr-old son were jumping on a bed. At the time, we were staying at my mom's house. The night before my kids with their cousins had all been in there jumping around and basically going nuts.

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After a frustrating, difficult. expensive summer..what else should I do but wonder where else we might squeeze out a few pennies. $5465.00The Cadaver Calculator - Find out how much your body is worth. From Mingle2 - Mingle2 - How much is your corpse worth let me know!?

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How I Spent My Summer Vacation by Oshee I don't know which part of this summer has been the most exciting for me. I keep thinking, 'the house, the house, it's gotta be the house!'. But then I remember my poor 11 yr old daughter and her relentless coughing. I think back over the 3 yr old's surgery on his poor little broken elbow. And then settle in on both my daughters', 11 yr old and 7 yr

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