Okay, Sunday night was a little chaotic. Dan and Alicia and b.g. came for supper and it was pretty fun. The little guy eats pulverized pears now, and he loved them. Shortly he grabbed the bowl and took control of the whole sticky situation, but Alicia gracefully extracted the dish and kept going. He smiled […]
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The handle on the back door is broken again. We have to replace it about once a year because that door takes a terrible beating. It’s inherent in life with a newfoundland in the house. She barges her big self into the door went she’s trying to get out, and even worse is when she’s
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I’m too sick to write anything. I’ve had a bad reaction to the ibuprofen I took for my back and am covered head to toe in hives, and the stomach hurts. I don’t know why it happened now, since I haven’t had any ibuprpofen for many days. I expect to live, but honestly I feel
Joe and Julia, back when she was lil bitty Tonight Heidi and Joe came for supper, bringing pizza and chocolate chip cooky mix. Jay was gone driving a van full of kids to a winter retreat, so it was really thoughtful of them to come keep me company, to care about my trashed back. (Much
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Okay, this website has sucked up numerous hours in the last few days: http://hookedonhouses.net/ I love it, get lost wandering around in it, forget all about the things I’m supposed to be doing. I don’t care about that cowboy dude’s house on the main page. It’s the TV and Movie Houses that I can’t stop
this picture has nothing to do with anything, but it’s -5 today and i like looking at it. i found it yesterday while cleaning the office–nice surprise. This is the note I sent to my friends on Saturday night. They assure me he’s normal. He probably is. I mean, I think so too, but my
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Okay, tonight we were down in the office working, and far away, we could hear a child’s frightened voice hollering, “Dad! Daaad! Dad!” We ran. The possibilities are infinite. All the commotion was in the family room, in the bathroom specifically. We could hear water pouring, and sure enough the radiator was spraying hot water
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At bedtime Saturday night, Tim and Julia were super silly, laughing, kicking around. We yelled for them to get to sleep, and then I overheard this: Tim: “Julia, Julia, want to hear a joke?” Julia, giddy laughing: “Yeah.” More laughing, then Tim: “What’s 8+9?” Julia, still giggling and kicking around: “I don’t know!” Tim: “Weiner.”
We put Tim and Julia to bed a while ago. She has her very own bed upstairs in the room she shares with Lydia (aka Kari.) She’s got the flowered sheets, teddy bears, etc. and so on. But she insists on still sleeping with Tim. Earlier I heard Jay yelling, “JUST GET IN BED ALREADY!”
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My parents and Tim at the wedding Out in Wisconsin, my dad has these big snap traps–for trapping chipmunks, I’m told. (He had some chipmunks in a live trap and let them go a few miles away, so what this big Tom and Jerry snap trap was all about, I’m not sure.) But Tim tripped
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