tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57377282524037089412024-03-13T01:06:55.380-07:00Giving You My BestA conversation between a mother and her daughters.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03154207769108073024noreply@blogger.comBlogger88125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737728252403708941.post-17943767727766965542015-03-02T13:17:00.002-08:002015-03-02T13:17:36.808-08:00True Love<div>
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Wishing we had been watching the season finale together last night, especially since Geo didn't feel the gravity or the sincerity in the proposal moment - I know, he's crazy. I, on the other hand, loved every second of it. </div>
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Is there a relationship on TV that depicts true love more than the one between Mrs. Hughes and Carson? <span style="text-align: center;">What a great way to end the weekend, and the season :) </span><div>
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Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. OH and Mary's new man... hotttay! I'm already looking forward to next season, although I read in an article that this next season will be the last one Maggie Smith will be in - not sure there's a show without her :/</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03154207769108073024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737728252403708941.post-63470417177768867002015-02-27T13:41:00.000-08:002015-02-27T13:46:01.493-08:00Bits and Pieces<br />
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Thinking about you a lot today (hence the midday call), and thought I'd give our little blog another whack. The sun is setting and I'm sitting here looking at a vase full of dead tulips that need to be thrown away and a mug half full of coffee from this morning... it wouldn't be so pitiful if the mug wasn't a Migis one which is of course a wonderful reminder of that wonderful wedding weekend :) <br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Just as I started to write this post, this song came on which makes me think of Cull Cull's wedding, another oh-so happy Burke moment :) </span><span style="font-size: small;">2014 was a GOOD year for us! </span></div>
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Anyways, the weekend is just about here and I think it's going to be a good one. I just scored a full size bed, with box spring and mattress for $60! So excited that I now have a place for my peeps (aka: you, livy, yaya and anyone else who might wanna hunker down here) to stay. I'm hoping it propels you all to visit a little more - wishful thinking? haha </div>
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I also have a date planned for Geo and I tomorrow morning. I can't share what it is now because it's a surprise for him but I'll post some pics on Sunday. Hint: Vroom Vroom. </div>
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Okay, well that's it for now. Nothing too else exciting, unless you count trying out some new recipes this weekend "exciting"... oh you do? Ha, well let me share what I'll be cookin' up! PS. Geo had a say in this week's menu items, if you can't tell :)</div>
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<b>Oh She Glows</b> Soul Soothing African Peanut Soup<br />
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And lastly, after snacking on vegan goodies all week I've decided to indulge and give this beauty a shot... Rose Water Glitter Cake. YUM.<br />
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That's about it. Check in with you soon. As in: I'll probably talk to you tonight :) Love you!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03154207769108073024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737728252403708941.post-46596995370774231302014-08-28T11:14:00.001-07:002014-08-28T11:14:22.642-07:00So Far So Good!Hey Mom,<br />
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Well we've been here almost a week and so far there have been NO tears. Can you believe it? I got misty eyed and anxious about it many times leading up to the big move but since we've been here I've been okay.<br />
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Maybe it's because I've been too busy to really think about it? Or maybe its because this is really good for Geo and I and my head/heart knows it? Whatever it is I'm sure the realization of it all will hit me and poor Geo will have to deal with a sloppy, teary-eyed mess! :)<br />
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The week has been a good but busy one. I go from finding places that offer wifi (no internet at the house yet) to unpacking boxes, or picking up the yard. Which reminds me last night I was wandering around the yard and found myself instinctively reaching down to yank at weeds... all those years of bitching about having to weed the yard and now I get it! :D<br />
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Before I became a grown up and spent time weeding our garden I had a meeting that went very well except for the slight hints of sexism that managed to thread itself throughout the meeting. It wasn't bad intention-ed, in fact he was very kind but his comments instantly reminded me that yes, indeed I'm a woman - boobs and all!<br />
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"You don't let them push you around right?!"<br />
"You can put them in their place."<br />
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He said things to that effect. Not a huge deal but bothered me, especially considering one of the individuals he thought was "pushing" me around is someone I've hired, that works for me. Ha.<br />
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Anyways, there's not too much more to report. Actually, I'm going outside my comfort zone and attending a ladies night "Meet and Greet" for South Shore residents... which means I'll have to be social and friendly - woah, scary things.<br />
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meAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03154207769108073024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737728252403708941.post-13357745436133775012014-04-22T17:53:00.001-07:002014-04-22T17:55:05.076-07:00My fav<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> My thoughtful husband knows just what I love!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg31ZfUQEYKtY0M_3le2z60QnHRcujgUOSNca7wZ9EoTaqXovpJ9VUmh9qGRgj3QbyV8iSAHrzxS7bwAIogToFy_a_vyt9LjTQgZxTWgcAnfWghnseSwblWaUYau-x51qgSd33thhxUYg/s640/blogger-image--552508948.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg31ZfUQEYKtY0M_3le2z60QnHRcujgUOSNca7wZ9EoTaqXovpJ9VUmh9qGRgj3QbyV8iSAHrzxS7bwAIogToFy_a_vyt9LjTQgZxTWgcAnfWghnseSwblWaUYau-x51qgSd33thhxUYg/s640/blogger-image--552508948.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01206615164588692643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737728252403708941.post-14397847705851220582014-04-10T09:34:00.001-07:002014-04-10T09:35:31.828-07:00Da<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi11zEj3CTgOvyX7C7TS8ivPosVzA-8acc29S5bqrKtmT7eGP-nGpmL2OEU2h3WxbdkDm9shiapoWDbZfmDNRJZWer9X_OB7jXX2jUmWx7nJWwOgUr4wzpP2oix_vnAEXeZF4mseNViww/s640/blogger-image--172451185.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi11zEj3CTgOvyX7C7TS8ivPosVzA-8acc29S5bqrKtmT7eGP-nGpmL2OEU2h3WxbdkDm9shiapoWDbZfmDNRJZWer9X_OB7jXX2jUmWx7nJWwOgUr4wzpP2oix_vnAEXeZF4mseNViww/s640/blogger-image--172451185.jpg"></a></div> I miss my Dad everyday but some days just seem longer than others. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIlZil9EpuUR2hk2BfJP1w1WKpSyzZgKn6KK7A_5i1OF_f2VRQ0TR4ITtlXos8eXoBFr54PJegPz5YEPxm1ro5aUHrA-oBKVU7JtehZr1hX5yNP-XpeHTcDdcvfkyTTLzHf_yqK8CMsA/s640/blogger-image-775028233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIlZil9EpuUR2hk2BfJP1w1WKpSyzZgKn6KK7A_5i1OF_f2VRQ0TR4ITtlXos8eXoBFr54PJegPz5YEPxm1ro5aUHrA-oBKVU7JtehZr1hX5yNP-XpeHTcDdcvfkyTTLzHf_yqK8CMsA/s640/blogger-image-775028233.jpg"></a></div>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01206615164588692643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737728252403708941.post-19561740989874824432014-04-01T14:57:00.001-07:002014-04-01T15:05:23.874-07:00This is where.... All right ladies, that would be you, Aubrey, Jaclyn, Julie and Mattie I have an assignment! I was listening to NPR this morning and they are having a contest. A poetry contest that has to include these words "this is where". I will give you all one week, seven days to work that into a little poem!!!! I trust you all will take this assignment seriously!! Now give me your best!!! 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Then I got to tennis and it was a slice of sunshine! Followed by paperwork and phone calls with insurance, banker and lawyer. No freakin fun at all. 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They woke up on St. Patrick's Day and during the night their house had been cleaned and there were small little gifts left on a table for Aubrey and Cullen. They had shamrock pancakes and read silly books it was great fun for all but now I was on the hook!!!<div> Twenty-five years ago Jim and I didn't have much money but we had lots of imagination and love for our two little kids. We would try to find ways to make them feel special and rich with magical moments. So... the leprechauns, fairies and pixies would visit once a year. Sometimes they would pick up the house and be very helpful. Sometimes they were feeling mischievous and would mess up the house. They always would leave a little treat to eat and most times a very small gift. Golden books were there favorite things to leave for the children. No matter what they always left behind little traces of being there, like a wee small picnic basket or a hat or book. Of course there was always, always fairy dust. Little trails of gold pixie dust all about. How fun for Aubrey and Cullen and then eventually Jack and Mathilda, for Mom and Dad too :) </div><div> Things went along just fine until, the Burke kids started going to school. Seems not all kids got visits from the wee little people. What a problem it was for the head leprechaun. Phone calls from parents and teachers. Yikes! What a stir a little magic can cause. So the story became about feeling special and lucky but not making others feel bad. That sometimes its best not sharing ones good fortune to everyone. </div><div> As you all know those kids grew up and while we still celebrate being Irish Americans the wee little people stop showing up for awhile. That is until another little girl came to live with the clan. Yep, they are back in full force leaving magic in their wake. Olivia loves the stories of the pixies and fairies and leprechauns. Her imagination runs wild with it. This morning when Livy came downstairs she was quite excited and thrilled to see the mess that was left in our house. There was fairy dust everywhere and a little book about the magic of leprechauns. It was hard for her to get ready for school, she couldn't wait to tell her friends and hear what they all got for St. Paddy's Day. Oops, I forgot about this part. I quickly sent an email to her first grade teacher and then began to explain the holiday. It kinda went like this, "A long time ago one of ancestors in Ireland probably married a fairy and that's why they still keep track of us". Olivia thought about it and I swear you could see her brain smoking, she had lots of questions and seemed ok with my explanation. Mostly, I hope she understood that we need to keep this on the down low as not to cause issues at school. She finished her morning stuff and we got ready for the bus. </div><div> If you know Olivia then you know the conversation wasn't over. I think what happened next was over the top delicious. Here's how it went. </div><div>O. Mom do we have like five fairies in the family and two leprechauns? </div><div>M. Maybe Liv, I don't know. It was a very long time ago. Ancient times. </div><div>O. Mom, are they in our family because we are Scottish like Uncle Bill?</div><div>M. No, we aren't from Scotland our people are from Ireland.</div><div>O. So we're Irish (pause) and Chinese. </div><div>M. Yep! </div><div>O. Mom, that makes us Chirish huh? Mom, I think that makes us very magical right?</div><div>M. :) I think it might!!! </div><div> So, that's how this day started I don't know that it can get much better. My best for today is that you all feel special and magical, sprinkled with a little bit of pixie dust. Mostly to know that you are loved!!! 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I have been mulling over Cullen's request for a few days. He has asked for a starter list of pantry items. What do I have or try to have in my kitchen, ALWAYS. So here's the thing, I have been keeping a pantry stocked for so long it's hard to even really know. I think it's sort of second nature for me. So to answer the question I have gone through all my cupboards. Whoa! What a bloody mess. It is time for a little or maybe a lot of Spring cleaning.<br>
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I could probably write a book about the things I do that are annoying, but it would be super long and probably poorly written, and I'm way too lazy to write it! And with that, I've revealed my first annoyance: I can be truly, maddeningly lazy. It's not so much an issue of making myself wash the dishes or floss every night (the internal battle: to floss or not to floss and most likely wind up with a set of very attractive dentures). It's more of a not-wanting-to-sit-up-from-my-horizontal-position-and-reach-for-the-computer-plug-that-is-at-the-bottom-of-the-bed type of laziness. It's amazing how much you can compromise with yourself when you're at your supreme laziest: "Eh...I'll shower when I get home from work. Besides, my greasy unwashed hair probably looks really cute and professional in this messy bun (Spoiler: it doesn't. It never does)." Just shower, you lazy turd! Or how about "I really want to walk across the street for a sandwich, but I already took my bra off for the evening. I guess I'll eat this can of re-fried beans. I'm sure that will be just as satisfying." Just put your bra back on and walk across the street, you lazy animal! In my defense, I believe that the cold winter months make us all a bit slower and lazy. I guess I'll have to think up another excuse when the weather gets better...<br />
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Another major component of myself that actively works against me is my (sometimes) inability to let things go. I once read something by the author David Foster Wallace that really rang true: <span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it."</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span>This can be applied to people, places, things, and even the last bite of pizza because there is nothing more depressing than taking your last bite of pizza, am I right? I think most people would agree with me when I say that letting go of anything that once meant a great deal to you can be extremely difficult. For myself, my inability to let go and allow change to take place was because of my insistence on understanding and coming to terms with all aspects of the given situation. It took me a long time to accept the fact the not everything we do and say is going to make sense. I slowly learned that our lives aren't supposed to be neatly sectioned off according to time and place and stored away in a labeled box. Trust me, I've definitely tried to do this! And this is something I still actively struggle with. But what I must always remind myself of is the waste of time and energy it. It's only when I finally release the reigns that I am able to actually gain a new perspective on things and move past it. And once I realize this, I am usually able to put the empty pizza box down and stop hysterically crying over the fact that there is no more pizza. We're still talking about pizza, right?<br />
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So with that, I banish these regressive traits of mine and evolve into a more thoughtful, well-rounded woman.<br />
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Just kidding! I'm already thinking about the fact that I have to do laundry when I get home and I really would just rather not. My excuse for the day: it's Friday, relax a little! And so the battle rages on...<br />
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<br />Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02954967375691517655noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737728252403708941.post-65280704013561293112014-02-04T16:32:00.001-08:002014-02-04T16:42:34.782-08:00Where to begin...This could take awhile so before you read this please plan accordingly! <div><br></div><div>Before writing this I was having a debate with myself, go deep and let it all out or keep it light...for those of you who know me I'm sure you could guess, thats right, I am going to keep it light. (Which actually could be a prime example of something that, on occasion, annoys me...my inability to have adult, emotional conversations.) </div><div><br></div><div>So here goes: </div><div> - I can't say no to food. That annoys the shit out of me, why can't I just walk by the refrigerator without opening the gosh darn door!!! It seems to be a constant battle of wanting to be skinny and wanting to eat the fat, juicy burger, the burger ALWAYS wins.</div><div> - My terribly unattractive habit of biting my nails..I need to fix this before I enter the real world or before someone puts a ring on it ;) my nails aren't exactly photo ready (not that there is a proposal anytime in the near future!) </div><div> - Another bad habit of mine is waiting till the last minute to do big projects. I like to think its just me being badass, ya know living on the edge? But my parents and sister have reminded me otherwise, I can assure you. I don't take their reminders into consideration :)</div><div> -My awful driving skills, this I'm sure, I am not the only one who gets annoyed with. I like to remind people that complain that I have yet to get in an accident nor have I ever been pulled over!! (knock on wood. No, really please knock on wood after reading this...4 times!) I'm a weeee bit superstitious. Not enough for it to annoy me though! Hopefully the knocking thing doesn't get out of hand!</div><div> - Lastly, well, that I will write about, because there is too much to get down in one post. Is my terrible choice in men, well boys. :))) haha I'm working on it though! Just weeding out the bad ones while I'm young. I think this bad choice in men comes from being too easy on people, and it could be me being naive too, which are characteristics of mine that often times annoy me as well. </div><div><br></div><div>That's all for now.</div><div>P.S. </div><div>This blog posting isn't half bad:P</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguaPf_5ybdcLn6kP8h7XpyeJolAuB_MV5iYqtksobvyiLoUfOrY1qi_rdI0CyTYgSmfA-9mCen8FZdXCQmdbheeekm5ng9QtgXwUkR03yQJmlY8vrEmxN1WUhIfzUHuJsWxAgFLLLddw/s640/blogger-image--377134512.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguaPf_5ybdcLn6kP8h7XpyeJolAuB_MV5iYqtksobvyiLoUfOrY1qi_rdI0CyTYgSmfA-9mCen8FZdXCQmdbheeekm5ng9QtgXwUkR03yQJmlY8vrEmxN1WUhIfzUHuJsWxAgFLLLddw/s640/blogger-image--377134512.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Just to give you a little insight into my food addiction, I thought it was completely necessary to capture a photo of these candles.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6w0a1IYHqJqARy0IH6RsP6FmtsKx_ATWng5qdpqaZpRpOXWFw9z1jUgFtHZU7T0C8k7_lz5h_5KraXajKqdQQcMOGKKyoquNr-87pj-6IF0WiSN8n7LBvD2urNCin7cjZvfby6OrnBw/s640/blogger-image--2095533631.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6w0a1IYHqJqARy0IH6RsP6FmtsKx_ATWng5qdpqaZpRpOXWFw9z1jUgFtHZU7T0C8k7_lz5h_5KraXajKqdQQcMOGKKyoquNr-87pj-6IF0WiSN8n7LBvD2urNCin7cjZvfby6OrnBw/s640/blogger-image--2095533631.jpg"></a></div>And here are my poor nails :(</div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Wx3viSIEAILt1GNbCSUGHoQTnsceBjHhBs0xmA0vCLQOGnCDtg-SW1u3NHJL8lW4IyEOZRLIJMt0LZ_HyXII6waW2inL2TUFT6VFy-Ir2V_-eI9ZJgEshTGTfu1E1ldkY7TuAPfe9A/s640/blogger-image-184122773.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Wx3viSIEAILt1GNbCSUGHoQTnsceBjHhBs0xmA0vCLQOGnCDtg-SW1u3NHJL8lW4IyEOZRLIJMt0LZ_HyXII6waW2inL2TUFT6VFy-Ir2V_-eI9ZJgEshTGTfu1E1ldkY7TuAPfe9A/s640/blogger-image-184122773.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">But here is the best photo of all, my favorite women, who sometimes annoy me ( if y'all were in our kitchen right now you'd see first hand!) and I sometimes annoy them I'm sure. 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2. I don't know when to say "enough" and then walk away. <br>
3. I can be a wuss, if I think I will stink at something or fail, then I won't try.<br>
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5. I sometimes my to do list is unrealistically long. I'm a slacker if I don't get it done. Today!<div><div>
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Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01206615164588692643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737728252403708941.post-36933317653924947622014-01-27T14:38:00.001-08:002014-01-28T04:01:24.085-08:00Winter in New England<b>The sun finally came out today. For a very brief moment, the results were stunning. Giving us all a tease for more. It's New England and the one thing we know.... The weather will change! Always! It was a bleak and dreary January day here, but then there was this. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRnh-SCd116TQ9r3YT7rG6ohCbki_2K-0x50lrNGnVG_E7ptly3O2H-McVRhVyHhJvNJHJIkL019iwGG3s92NqFdRy1jtTr6Z1HIKkfQQojDMMAYXyp8eSWClshrHClIdTRnqnNlc3Ag/s640/blogger-image-943288134.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRnh-SCd116TQ9r3YT7rG6ohCbki_2K-0x50lrNGnVG_E7ptly3O2H-McVRhVyHhJvNJHJIkL019iwGG3s92NqFdRy1jtTr6Z1HIKkfQQojDMMAYXyp8eSWClshrHClIdTRnqnNlc3Ag/s640/blogger-image-943288134.jpg"></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> First there was this little glimpse </div> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivqbcAL7l1_BN2zuHqngLYRILDNjJUMO4LBIA1JaAKZZEVc2cqi8HIoOWSkjlquWTv9GBlDdmgNnnM3PB2zhNa71CNY5LPn-54lpIzAEBm0uIYoEtOv3guPnNwenJImpLh6bKswAGlQw/s640/blogger-image--1082721196.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivqbcAL7l1_BN2zuHqngLYRILDNjJUMO4LBIA1JaAKZZEVc2cqi8HIoOWSkjlquWTv9GBlDdmgNnnM3PB2zhNa71CNY5LPn-54lpIzAEBm0uIYoEtOv3guPnNwenJImpLh6bKswAGlQw/s640/blogger-image--1082721196.jpg"></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> Then this show of color </div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTJ8Zz2d8D3Q0ADoqXZKgihiGjka3T-LfHX3LkDRMV1uqnIKle2dTjzOmL7tBqOj00YjaOufUO176cCBz0NiTwZtnmzrNwUJ5u3eWVcC5-S9Bc7Mr-a3I-rrSPSUZ27fpyt8wfiWX3Aw/s640/blogger-image--1405694458.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTJ8Zz2d8D3Q0ADoqXZKgihiGjka3T-LfHX3LkDRMV1uqnIKle2dTjzOmL7tBqOj00YjaOufUO176cCBz0NiTwZtnmzrNwUJ5u3eWVcC5-S9Bc7Mr-a3I-rrSPSUZ27fpyt8wfiWX3Aw/s640/blogger-image--1405694458.jpg"></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> Finally just a streak left in the sky! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> </div> Will the sun come out tomorrow? Sailors say yes!! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> So do I, natures best for today. </div></b>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01206615164588692643noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737728252403708941.post-56833600064667266502014-01-26T14:41:00.003-08:002014-01-30T06:14:56.492-08:00Food for Thought I love cooking when there are people around to eat the food. Jim is to easy, if he's hungry he'll eat anything and think its good. Olivia has become very picky. Pasta, grits, pineapple or chips, that's about it unless I put my foot down. So it's fun with Aubrey and George in the house!<br>
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Any New Years resolutions? I think I will keep mine a secret :) maybe I will give you hints along the way but, I think sticking to it will be more fun if it is a game of sorts!! Seems to me that this resolution, might become a habit and then a lifestyle! I am of course not known for following through on things so we shall see. But, I am pretty sure that is the way the experts say it goes. You know, who i am speaking of. Well, Oprah, Martha, and Dr. Oz, of course! Yes, those experts!! I will probably drop more expert friends names a lot. I'm like that! And there are soo many. Albert is one of my favorites. So, enough about my favorite peeps. My resolution actually started before 2014. Yep, the last day of 2013 I began my walk towards a better me :) my first step was to order my favorite flowers from my favorite florist. You know who I am referring to, yes of course its Carl Danielson. I just love chatting flowers and plants with him anyways. So the hydrangeas arrived and aren't they beautiful? I think I should have fresh flowers around all the time, just because I love them. Why does anyone need a reason? Yes, I mean ALWAYS. Next step was fresh sheets on the bed, a new nightie and a lovely soak in bath oils Jackie gave me. It is all organic stuff mmmm, smells good and feels good too! I wrapped things up by watching a fun movie with your dad. Finally, six chocolate kisses finished the year. What girl could ask for more? Okay, Kim Kardashian might see things differently :) who cares though!<br />
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The first day of the year I spent with my real people :))) (my expert friends were busy) well, except my boys weren't home they were busy too. No, not with those other people. It was a lovely day spent putting away Christmas and cooking. Here's another clue.... Homemade pasta and homemade Oreos.<br />
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I've always wanted a pasta machine. Yummy! Pasta was delicious, and making it was a lot of fun too. I believe I will get better with my technique. Thanks, Jim for your help :) I'm glad you like leftovers and cold pasta! Here's to pasta experiments. The Oreos were not as good as I had imaged. For a couple of reasons those being, the original cookie being enough and me. I received a great new cookbook from Marcia for Christmas. Of course I read it last week and am excited to try some new recipes. I also enjoyed the advice, course I am not one who always follows sound advice or directions! You see the advice was to read through recipe(directions) completely and to prep before starting to cook anything, but especially a new recipe. As you were there to witness the mess you know I didn't quite get to the end of recipe before I started. Okay okay, I will definitely follow this advice in the future, well I will try. A resolution clue? Anyways, the cookies were just not so good. How can I come close to the original? Why would I need too? Lesson learned. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Please take a closer look at the time this photo was taken - 3:04 AM. Yaya, I'm all about being here for moral support and boy advice, but 3 in the morning on a school night?! It better be a gooooood xmas gift :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So cozy, so cute.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Again, so cute, so cozy :)</td></tr>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03154207769108073024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737728252403708941.post-49850953985721098632013-11-17T04:52:00.001-08:002014-01-15T18:24:44.007-08:00Mom Post: SundayGood morning Luv,<br />
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Well it is a gray morning here in the gully. We have no plans today. How about you? I just ran to dunky ds got some coffee, kcups for later and a round of wake up wraps. Olivia and Bates were waiting for my return. I almost ran into them as I opened the door. Liv had a question she needed answered. "Mommy can I stay in my pajamas all day?" I told her we would see. This kid is not over booked so it seems a little odd to me that she wants to stay put. I now have something to think about over my coffee!</div>
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What to do on Sunday? I'll wait a bit for some answers!!! <br />
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This is what Sunday is looking like here. Livy eating fast food and Mr. Bates waiting for the droppings!!! What does your Sunday morning look like? My best before 8:00 :)</div>
Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01206615164588692643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737728252403708941.post-11125497387320186302013-11-02T10:00:00.000-07:002014-01-15T18:24:58.070-08:00Mom Post: This Girl Is On Fire<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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These words describe our daughter and they describe her perfectly but they're just the beginning of all that she is. I could use similar words for any of our kids and have in the past. They all have given us great joy, sprinkled with some pain. I imagine that all parents feel this way, at least I hope they do. Just for today I am singling out one of our ducklings! <br />
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I want to celebrate this girl because she has given us endless hours of entertainment over the years. We are very proud of you Mathilda Mary, you really are a warrior princess! This part of the journey is coming to an end but we will always be your super fans, cheering from the sidelines!!! Win or lose you are a SUPERSTAR!</div>
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